The Rain Falls


The rain falls
The sounds of plips and plops
The cool, rhythmic drafts of air fill my senses
This powerful stench
Its powerful grip
Holds me tighter and tighter until I can't breathe
I struggle and I struggle
Until I can't anymore
And only then
Do I see through these overwhelming feelings
Only then do I see
That though the sun may shine through
And though the clouds may part
Elsewhere
The rain falls

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