Sometimes it rains candles. and the flames never touch the ground. The wax molds itself around your feet, the flames float back to the sky like freed helium souls.
Sometimes it rains answers. Kings fall on their swords and a nail polish brand uses that three hundred years later as their logo. You do not know the history behind your nail paint. Would you like to? Or that your father fucks your mom's best friend? I suppose not.
Sometimes it rains pigs. You call your life full of shit just the day before. The universe conspires to play on you a shitty joke. Because guess what pigs really love? Exactly.
Sometimes it rains antennas. It impales your ass *cough* (whole) while you are sunbathing, face down, by the Dead sea. Well, good news? You have a super power now. Super sensitive (ity) (to) (other) asshole (s).
Sometimes it rains screw drivers. But they are all of the same size. You can't unscrew your past (girlfriend's psychotic tendencies). Every screw you come across is either too small or too big. It just doesn't FIT. (That's also what she said) But well you know what. Screw you too.
Sometimes... it doesn't rain at all. Not even tears. Because they keep falling inside you. And it isn't enough to quench the famine in your mind, where nothing will grow because all you've sown is guilt and regret. Someone calls you a shield. Like Captain America's shield. And you kinda hate Captain America.