March 24, 2010
By Arianna BRONZE, Valley Stream, New York
Arianna BRONZE, Valley Stream, New York
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Is what she wanted to say.
she stood there in the rain.
' Rain-Raining'
Is the only thing she could comprehend.
she looked up and let the rain hit her in the face.
Coming down like tears.
It started in the rain.
With just a simple,
"Would you like to us my umbrella?"
She remembered.
She turned and ran,
Away from the memories
Away from the pain.
Not caring who was looking at her
Not caring that she had hit anyone.
She rain until her legs gave out.
'Cold' is all she could comprehend.
Cold like she was
She lifted her hands from the ground,
Dirt was being washed away from her hands.
The rain may wash the dirt from her hands, But not the pain in her heart.

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