The Rain
I watch the rain from the porch,
as it forms puddles in the yard.
I step on the grass,
the rain chills me to the bone.
It's gentle, yet fierce.
It slides off my skin,
yet it touches my heart.
It washes away the hurt,
the pain and the tears.
It washes everything away
and for a moment I am grateful.
But then I step out of the rain
and it all comes back.
The good byes,
the tears,
and worst of all,
the pain.
Copyright © Cheyenne Ruble | Year Posted 2010
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