Rain
A glance through the broken glass,
Gray skies pour endless rain.
The storm will eventually surpass,
But it will leave a colorless stain.
Drowning in the cold rain,
A breath of air breaks away.
This storm I’ll never ascertain,
And still I’m left in disarray.
The water cleanses the land,
It burns a hole through the sand.
In this rain you somehow stand,
Something I still can’t understand.
I sink in this downpour,
It will never be the same.
It will rain until it can’t no more,
The light of day will soon reclaim.
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