Rainstorm
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And it’s rainy days that are the best.
The ones you can sit under throw blankets and memories
with good books and earl grey tea,
A year full of rain was like my year of pain
Inclement and full of disdain
I felt so forsaken
As i look back I see that all my hope had been taken
falling from the sky
in their clear crystal form
falling slowly at first
then faster in a storm
heading down
terrorizing those below
thunder encourages it along
lightning takes it home
Sometimes we need to inhale a stormy day,
and let it wash the pain from days of agony away.
Sometimes we as humans need just one day of sorrow and gloom,
Never give up, especially when times are tough and things seem dimmer;
Those times build us, mold us from fragile dust, into clouds that shimmer;
To something by far more meaningful and far much greater;
Childish
Attention whore
Fat
Ugly
That's what they called me
The names that still ring in my ears as clear as the blue ocean that wraps around your toes and covers your feet with momentary protection
I hear the rain and I remember
Counting thunder strikes
Dancing barefoot in the gutters and
Being forced to come inside.
Hiding curled under covers
Scared of lights and passing cars
The day after the rainstorm
The most peaceful day of all
The raindrops still lay upon the grass
But the sun has come to greet his admirers
The day after the rainstorm
They tried to teach poetry as a class in fifth grade,
Even the teacher opposed to ‘teaching’ poetry,
Poetry is not taught, it is felt in your heart and soul,
It is a way of expressing yourself like nothing and no one else,
