There is
rain
and then
there is
rain -
the type of
rain
that pours
atop heads
and results
in shivers -
washing,
rubbing,
and bathing,
our skins
anew -
reminding us
that it's okay
to break,
for sometimes,
the skies
break,
too.
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Paean & Prose
PoetryWords are the dim shadows of the forgotten ones, the ones left behind - they are the smiles of the saddened, and the frowns of the kind.
