Found Again

I sigh, tapping my foot as each drop of rain resonates with my heart beat,
So fragile as they burst into a thousand tears hitting the ground at once.
So many, yet so few, as they fill the lonely sky with their hidden pain,
Could it be that they are as blind to their ultimate fate as I am to mine?
I refuse to believe that I am controlled by something unable to be defined,
But is there a line that can show the difference between reality and dreams?
Pain is all that I have ever experienced, so it is all that is real to me.
My life has been filled with fear and sadness, and the void of the unknown.
And although I have never once thought of happiness, I saw once in a dream.
How is that I could have known what happiness was without experiencing it?
But that dream was fleeting, and I quickly forgot about the shining sun.
Looking into the sky, I wonder why it is that the rain continues to fall.
As if they are crying for something lost, that can never be found again.