Crying clouds

July 17, 2011
Rain drops on my head, and rests on my eyelashes. It's just a small sprinkle but I can fell it melt threw my thin jacket. I fell sorry for the clouds, that I made cry. The pain that we share, the feeling that no one cares. Raindrops are the cloud form of tears, they run down to the earth, like tears chasing down a girls cheek. A black sky, half a moon gives the darkness a light glow, partly covered covered by the sad cloud, its the perfict scene for the crying girl. She finally has someone to cry with, to feel the pain she does. Rain, such beauty put into a simple idea, such pain, beauty and thought into each detailed. Rain, tears.

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