Rain

It's raining, and I begin to lose track of which is my tears, and which is the rain running down my face. 

And as it pelts my car as peaceful as it sounds, it holds my fears with a grip tighter than my chest. 

The rain says: We are so much bigger than our fears, but we always cower beneath them, we see them, we always try to flee them, but the truth is that we can step on them, because they're just spiders and our shoes that carry us through the streets are almost an unfair advantage.