The rain drops fall quicker and quicker
Each with its own story
Each with its own tale
I don't wish to know the story behind each drop of rain
For its a story yet never to be told
The rain is stronger than others
When it moves quickly
It scares me to hear another
What if the rain is each individual
Tear cried
What if each one is actually someone else's story
We cannot tell as time goes by
We cannot simply understand a single cell
The tears flow quicker
Than a river deep
Each with its own simple tale
YOU ARE READING
A Midst of Sadness
PoetryThis is a compilation of my poems I've written over the years.
