The Rain Pours

I walk outside my door and the rain pours.

No one can hear me

No one can see me.

And, the rain pours.

I fall to my knees, my face in my hands, thoughts on the ground,

And, the pain pours.

I cry.

I laugh.

I scream.

And, the pain pours.

I stand to my feet,

arms stretched wide, head held back,

spinnng and spinning.

I feel alive.

And the rain pours.


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