Rain Storm

March 1, 2010
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Drizzling droplets hit the ground.
Brown, wet mud oozing in between feet.
The cold, wet droplets hit the skin.
They hit the forehead,
Then slowly sliver down the rest of the body.
Puddles forming,
Goose bumps arriving.
The clouds become darker.
Its noon time,
But it looks like the night sky.
The lightning and thunder start to scream.
The sound of the storm causes ears to bleed.
The taste of the rain fills the mouth.
Showers splashing,
Wet water pouring down.
The heavens are crying hard today.
Loneliness begins to build up inside.
Never ending, rain.

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