your kind of rain
You know that rain
that just feels like it’s never gonna end—
that rain,
where the clouds seem angry
so they shower us with the torrential rain
of their never ending tears.
The kind of rain that causes rivers
to burst their banks and flood
because they cannot bear the same burden
that the clouds were forced to carry.
A kind of rain
that revives entire deserts
and brings life to even the most desolate of places—
that refreshes the elephant
who's been waiting for a storm.
Here, it is not barren,
so the rain is just spiteful—
it will never end as I hear it land on the ground
like nails;
you know that kind of rain.
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