The rain is pure droplets of pain
Of the fallen
the weak
the lame
And those whom have failed.
The rain is beads of sweat from those who strive.
The rain is the pattering of feet within the fast paced and never ceasing city.
The rain is the soft unheard cries demanding to be felt.
The rain pours. It never let's up.
It is constant.


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