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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