I was both your umbrella and your rain,
Your wound and your pain.
I was a juxtaposition that brought stability to your life,
I was a juxtaposition that brought you nothing but strife.
You were my refuge, I could hide away in the soft curls of your hair,
You loved me when I least deserved it, you sheltered me from every nightmare.
I am your summer rain, allowing for a burst of sunshine and then gone again.
You are not just my summer but every season.
You are not my excuse, you are my reason.