The rain came down
Sleek and silvery
Like a punishment of steel rods
It clattered onto the sand
And onto the rocks and pitted the sea
The thunder made some sounds
Like grand pianos falling downstairs
Then settled to a softer continuous
Rumble
Which was almost drowned
By the sound of the rain
The flashes of lightning
Joined into long illuminations
Which made the grass a lurid green
The rocks a blazing ochre yellow
As yellow as the dendrobium
Growing on the edifice
Of the great ocean caves
Down by the surf
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The Lamentations of an Empath
PoetryTo be an empath is to constantly question your hope for humanity. You learn how to love, to hate, to want, to fear. You learn of the pain behind behind every smile. It is the most heartbreaking and insightful tool to ever exist. Some say it is a cur...
