A Different Kind of Rain

A fierce pour

A slow drizzle

Hitting hot pavement with a sizzle

Flooding places

Streaming down faces

Dried up

And it comes again

A kind of rain without strong wind

My eyes burn as water runs

Down my face

The drops stream down as if in a race

The world unaffected by my windless hurricane

My tropical storm

Untouched by the rain

Untouched by the pour

And yet for me,

It’s this rain and nothing more

At the moment it’s my world

It’s pouring, yet the sky is clear

So silently I cry with fierce tears

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