Walking In the Rain
Another day, three in a row
the rain comes down
She found herself out in it
walking to who knows where
looking for a flower's bloom
hoping to see it there
for so many years it rained
inside of her own mind
love pushed away, and locked
without a key to find
the rain of all the hidden hurt
fell like a thousand tiny drops
as each footstep puddle sounded
as if her heart would stop
each and every drop falls down
into a living well
in broken vessel empty now
rain will someday dwell
Another day, four in a row
the rain comes down
Copyright © Ryan Sheeler | Year Posted 2007
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