What If It Rains Here
When
the grey sky was
about to drip,
salty liquid
shimmered down your cheeks,
but I forbade it.
Three days passed on,
the teasing of the clouds
did not stop.
Thin rain spraying
from the top,
powdery as snow-
refreshing and cold.
When
life broke your limits
and dreams,
you just wanted to
stand in the rain
and be cleaned.
And that's when I
finally understood
the words you
said to me.
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