The Rain.

October 26, 2011
By Anonymous

gentle drops of rain
dribble down my lips
draining from my hair
dripping from it's tips

drowning in this rain
sucking in my breath
pellets pick up speed
enduring my sweet death
i dwell in this hard rain
leaving me with bruises
hidden scars revealed
the rain's anger fuses

harder it beats down
crushing my weak bones
they splinter through my skin
as the rain turns to stones

now theres nothing left
my body dissapears
melts into the rain
as the sun soon appears

The author's comments:
There's more to this poem then meets the eye.

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