An 11-year old draft I revised just recently

Was I ever loved by the rain?
She traps trapped me in countless bus stops surrounded by concrete
yet she paints painted my rice fields with a tint of gold
But was I ever her muse as well, or am was I just a happy coincidence?

She comes and goes came and went as she pleases pleased
and I can could never stop her from leaving
as much as I would've wanted to
for I know it's knew it was in her nature to roam the skies and embrace the sun
and bring rainbows to the lands she reaches

Yet I still love her
I still long for her whenever she's gone
and I still wish for her cold embrace - the countless raindrops falling
to keep me still for the night

But now the clouds have cleared

with the rain long gone

The sun brightly blinding

a warm embrace throughout the day

Was I ever loved by the rain?
I chuckled at the thought -
What a stupid thing to ask.