Rain

June 24, 2009
By Anonymous

Rain crashes down,
Flooding the lives of the weak,
Because someone,
Somewhere,
Cries heavy sobs,
Ripping from their chests,
Holes forming,
And the rain begins to pour.
Skies are grey,
And eyes are clouded.
Cold rain,
And salty tears.
Who can stop the pain?
Who can stop the rain?


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