Rain
I Hate The Rain
Point. Blank. Period.
It reminds me of my loneliness
because the rain falls in pairs, lives in free air, then meets a blissful peace with the ground
That I stand on drenched in my sadness.
Sometimes I'll do a rain dance to make the gray clouds run out of my mind
Hoping someone wil join me so I won't look stupid alone.
But I always rememeber I am
ALONE.
It's a dreary day today, the rain is flooding my mind
So I sit and wait for one drop of sunshine.
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