When It Rains On Me

January 4, 2018
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Rain kisses my cheeks,
torrents of droplets,
running down my face in streaks.
I am delirious with the pain of the precipitation-
pelting bullets at my skinny frame.
And suddenly,
just when I feel I can hold on no more,
the stains on my cheeks transform-
into liquid sunshine, glinting off the remnants of my despair,
to paint me a Rainbow out of poetry and air.





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