The Rain Is My Savior

September 8, 2009
By KassyElizabeth DIAMOND, Argyle, New York
KassyElizabeth DIAMOND, Argyle, New York
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The rain is my savior.
cold rain on a dark night,
as a translucent mist,
rolls into sight.
The air is crisp and chill,
it gives me hope.
It returns to me my will.
There is not a sound,
except the rain hitting the ground.
There in total solitude I am at my strongest,
much less confused.
It seems that from the darkness,
comes forth the truth.
Things smell clean,
and feel fresh.
My life doesn't seem so hopeless...
it seems almost at it's best.
I let it fall upon my skin,
and it creates temporary happiness.
I sit there,
wet but not cold.
The rain is my friend and not my foe.
But in time,
I will need to leave my paradise,
and return to the cruel realities of life.
But the rain is my savior,
if only for a night.



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on Sep. 27 2009 at 4:55 pm
Lover_that_Hates DIAMOND, Reynolds, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"She was fascinated with words. To her words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combinded with other words to create powerful spells." From: Lighting(By: Dean Koontz)

I love this. i love dancing in the rain. Great Job.


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