Tears and Rain

September 1, 2012
By HeyChanel BRONZE, Las Cruces, New Mexico
HeyChanel BRONZE, Las Cruces, New Mexico
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Favorite Quote:
"There comes a time in life when you have to let go of the pointless drama and those who create it and surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard you forget the bad and focus soely on the good."

My tears are like the rain,

But unlike the rain they fall,

Down my cheeks like rolling hills,

Through the cleft in my chin like a canyon.

But after I cry, my face is wet

And the rain hasn’t come so the ground is dry.

As a tear falls off me down below,

It hits his arm and evaporates as it reaches the ground.

It left a trail through the dirt on his skin,

I wander if my face matches the pattern.

Unlike me, he doesn’t shed a tear, perhaps that’s more like the rain then I.

He looks so peaceful, unlike the days that I would now think of as his last.

I feel the wetness on my face drying,

I look up at the sun surrounded by blue,

I take a deep breath,

My crying is through,

But still mourning his death,

I start to head west.

The author's comments:
I had to write something based on photos from the great depression for my English class.

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