I hate the rain,
The cold and the wetness
The slippery roads
The clouds and the grey
I hate the rain,
That pulls me under
That takes over everything
That suffocates me with its presenceI hate the rain,
That drives me inside
That forces me to hide from it
The rain is a dark and bleak
That dims my mood and my joyI hate the rain,
Who reminds me of all the hurt
Who reminds me of the pain
Who reminds me that I am aloneI hate the rain,
Who washes away all my hopes and my dreams
Who washes away all the love and happiness
Who washes away all the sun and the light.
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𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼⁞⁞ Poem
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