rain
The sky cried, and the sun died all
In one day,
And they called it rain
They called rain the tears of heaven
The burden the clouds could no longer bear
They told me rain was the gift mother nature
Had long awaited
Rain has been elucidated to be this
Unprecedented water, descending wondrously
From above
But it was never that for me
Rain always brought about dark clouds
And resurfaced repressed emotions
Rain always ruined my brighter day,
And made me remember things hoped
I forgot
That mystical substance that was bad
And IS good,
It was rain
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