The Rain

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Drip

My mind rushes with pain.

Avoid light I feel my way around blindly.

 

Drip

I hear the rain fall down.

My sorrow thrives with each drop.

Tears fall.

 

A week of rain and no sun,

The glummy weather brought down my spirit again.

I wish for the sun to dry my fears,

And give me hope for the future.

 

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