The gentle and the cleansing rain
Washes softly over me.
It washes all my tears away,
And slowly sets me free.
Because all the dirt and all the grime,
Makes me quickly unwind.
I explode on family,
And blow up on friends,
Until there's all but naught left.
This horrible time is when
The rain starts.
It purifies my soul,
And cleans my heart.
All it is is the pent up rage,
Anger and despair,
Things that I could not let go,
Until forth they burst,
In the form of rain.
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PoetryBecause I write those. And what respectable Wattpad page doesn't have a poem section? As always, I hope you enjoy.
