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THE RAIN

The rain falls upon my face



Gods tears shall, never be erased.



Each tear tells a story



A story of another’s sin



Some are just minor, nothing to worry about



Others are major, murder and adultery.



As each tear splatters the story un-folds



Details are the least that I worry about



It all happens right in front of me



As if I was there in person to see.



Little girls crying, men screaming



Blood dripping, the wind singing.



The sun glistening, the water flowing.



It’s all so magical yet horrifying.





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