IN THE RAIN
I can read,
on her face-
the daylight brought
only misery and hate.
Not all rainy days,
are meant for joy-
tears are the rains toys.
Her tears camouflaged
in the rain,standting tall-
a little diversion could break it all.
but,
In the Rain
I hear her say:
“Tomorrow is another day!”
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