Poem: The Rain

Dreams are coming and going.

Love is living in a time where it is unknown.

The thing that makes you wonder is all but gone.

The smile that woke up the sun, has brought storm that you do not run for cover.

Rain is pouring, and yet you feel nothing.

They call your name, but you hear no sound.

You are distracted with the thought of being wet, but nothing willing to get dry.

The wind blows, and you are still standing strong.

You are no longer tall, but you are not willing to fall.

If you fall then, you might miss the thing that brought you here.

Your love, but it is forever gone.

It left when I decided to go, and you told me no.

I wish I could go back, but you are no longer.

Where are you?

I do not know.

I wish I could tell then maybe I could get dry.

Then I would no longer fell the rain.

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