rain pours gently,
I can see the raindrops
slide down the glass.
rain brings peace,
rain brings nostalgia.
I sit by the window,
observing the sky.
everything looks so still,
everything looks so calm.
but, I wonder if it rains
where you are,
I remember being sad
and how I'd cry with the clouds,
I remember missing you
when we were torn apart.
when it stops to rain
I go back to feeling numb,
I hate this feeling
of not feeling at all.
next time it rains,
I’ll wish for a storm,
I’ll wish for a lightning bolt to strike.
maybe it will help me
get back to feeling alive.

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