A drop of rain.
The very first drop.
When you feel it hit your nose
and you know that soon it'll get worse,
and you'll have to run.
You know you have to
but you hesitate.
Because,
what if you're making a mistake?
What if you run away
and when the rain stops,
it's suddenly
a brighter day.
What if.
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Melancholy with a side of Misery (#Wattys2016)
PoetryPoetry,beauty,romance,love - these are what we stay alive for. -Robin Williams