The sun couldnt find a way to shine
until i had allowed my own cloud to
vanquish from the sky
-i felt comfort in the rain
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning and the Inevitable End
PoetryEverything life is. Messy, unorganized. Never knowing how it happens or where you will end up.
Rain
The sun couldnt find a way to shine
until i had allowed my own cloud to
vanquish from the sky
-i felt comfort in the rain
