The Falling Rain

She was charming, yes, she was indeed.
Fooling everyone in thinking her foolish decreed.
"Are you happy?" they asked her.
"Yes I am," her smile didn't falter.
But she wasn't happy, no she wasn't.
And pretending doesn't bring truth, no it doesn't.
Returning home from the mundane weekly trip to the laundromat.
She saw the sky bring a heavy cloud; the daily activities' autocrat.
And then came the downpour right when she was reaching the door;
The heavy load of clothes just taken indoors
But she walked right out of the little red house;
And let the falling rain soak her tiny baby blue blouse.
The delicate droplets showered her with much needed refreshment.
And she laughed and laughed at her silly childish sentiment.
She felt like a toddler twirling around.
Jumping into puddles all over the ground.
Everywhere, people ran to cover themselves from the falling rain.
But not she. This heavy rain; it washed away her daily pain.

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