Rain...
It's something like the feeling you first have when waking from sleep
and there is no sunrise to greet you.
You climb out of bed and stumble mumble your way to the window to stare
out into the grey morning as the skies tremble with emotions
that you have tried to escape from by fleeing to the world of sleepless dreams.
Was it not just yesterday...
that all this meant something more than the sorrow which pervades your waking
hours with minutes of pervasive reminders that the thing that you have lost
still haunts you in the reflection of your own pain that mirrors the look on your face
in the reflection in the window as the ghosts of what remains
stays frozen like the chills on your skin
like echoes of regret and promise from within
like the the fire that bursts along with the tears in your brain
like the mystery that has this effect that comes down
with the rain....
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