It's raining outside
It's falling heavy,
You want to stay along for the ride
Something to keep you steady
It's pouring,
Something about the rain
Running down your face, restoring
It washes away the pain
The thunder is rolling
I'm scared of loud sounds
But something about it is controlling
I feel like I won this round
The lightening blazes in my eyes
And I step out into the pour
In the rain I'm not as shy
Just a little something more
I live for the storms
Because it hides the tears
Which roll down my face in many forms
And it washes away the years
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Poems of an Outcast
PoésieA collection of poems where I write my thoughts down. It's unedited and is mature since it mentions a lot of my mental health issues. There is Poems that actually talk about my love for the sky and the rain if you're more interested in the happier...
