The Rain

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The rain. The rain.

My bare feet on the cold wet ground.

I stare across the vast expanse which is my city.

The trees. The houses. The lights. The cars.

As the rain falls, my world seems to go in slow motion.

Patter, patter. Whoosh, whoosh.

Through the windows of houses I imagine happy people,

And as the cars drive by I wonder where they're going.

I know that not one of these people are thinking about me or my unhappiness.

I look out past the farthest trees along the horizon and see nothing.

Nothing but haze and imprecision.

I look. Just look.

And thoughts flow like rivers through my mind,

And suddenly hot tears stream, blurring my vision.

I close my eyes for a moment, then open. More tears.

I wonder. Just wonder.

Why am I here?

I'm just a sad, torn, unhappy little girl and the Earth and I cry as one.

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