Raindrops
I felt the first raindrop across my cheek
I turned into you for shelter
Preferring to not to become wet, and exposed
wherein that chill may set
I do not want to face death
When you are gone and the raindrops fall
I try to keep myself busy inside
Sheltered from the chilling wet
Busy inside, where still lives those who died
All sheltered, for a moment,
where no raindrops are cried.
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