A droplet of rain.
Slipping, slithering, down the smooth window pane,
Like a tear.
A thick flow of water in the gutters,
Churning, moving forward.
Like the steady stream of words that once came out of your mouth.
Grey clouds boiling in the sky.
Covering buildings, streets, and people,
Like ashes after a hot fire.
A rain filled day.
Reflecting the pit in my stomach that I feel,
After death has taken you away from me.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
