Hurricane Season

your eyes were like storm clouds

grey, dreary

ready to let tears fall

like raindrops

cascading down your face

i wanted to be your umbrella

protect you from all that was wrong

when everyone took shelter from the rain

i stood out in the open, alone

ready to be there through hurricane season

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