Rain, rain, rain. Let the rain pour down over our heads as we look back and realize what our life has become. The rain helps us remember that we are not strong nor powerful enough to even interfere with force that makes our life depressing. On rainy nights I like to lay on my dream cushion (bed) to recap all the terrible things I've done, then I feel shame. But I take that shame and throw it into the rain.
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The Rain, The Snow, The Sleet, and The Hail
PoetryPrecipitation represents me in a way that I don't feel like explaining
