Rainstorm

Life is a rainstorm.

Pitter-patter just beginning,

Starting slowly, always growing

Faster and faster until you wish you could go back.

The winds blowing you to diffrent paths,

Rain blurring your vision,

But you're on a mission.

And when you hear the thunder clap,

Don't hide, you can never go back.

Because it's too short, dontcha know?

Then finally it stops, just like that.

In the blink of an eye, at the drop of a hat.

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