Rain.Again.

I walk in the rain
To relieve the pain .

Unlike the sunshine.

No one can see the tears that stream down my face.

Like a chameleon, I blend in.

To the depressing mood that lingers around my skin.

The rain plummets down onto the surface of my body. It strikes down like the cold daggers that were used to stab me in the back.

The rain reminds me of the pain I had once lived.

Yet it's so relieving. It washes away all the pain that has been caused.

Its weird how rain works.

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