The Rain
I am waiting for the calmness to pass away.
Slowly the clouds start to mass like teenagers at a chip bowl,
The storm will break soon, the inevitability is comforting.
Soft warm water washes over me with the strength of a sprinkler,
The rain feels like the world is crying with me.
Are they tears of pain or tears of joy?
To me the are the tears of happiness at the magnificence of the scene before me,
I feel as though it has carried me away.
The rain is all around me,
And yet it is also a part of me.
The world is quiet here.
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