Rain
She stood there
She let the rain drench her clothes
The mist burrow in her hair
The puddles collect at her feet
She didn't move
She didn't fight
Because she was done
She had finally given up
So she looked down at her feet
And watched the water rise
Covering her ankles and knees
Covering her thighs
The tide was to her neck
Blanketing her shoulders
Filling her mouth
But she continued to let it smolder
She drowned in the rain
Because she was done trying
But the rain were her tears
And she was actually dying
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Poetic Attempts
RandomI suck at poetry, but I've been told I'm very good at it. [Most likely depressing]
