perhaps, the rain that the skies would always pour
are the feelings which each of earth's people
would feel , whether how sad
nor happy they are at a time.
the winds would always feel their presence
for when they make even a tiny bit of a chuckle
or a tear that comes from their sadness or joy,
the air would always be there
to catch your breath that
slowly fades away.
our umbrellas were meant to
keep us from getting wet by
every raindrop that a storm may fall but
just maybe , for the first time perhaps it
would be okay to let it wet you whole
to feel the cold that it may cause
and every bit of nostalgia that it would bring
as you close your eyes and reminisce
about those moments that you've forgotten.
enjoy and relish those memories.
'cause the rain would come
but not that often,
let your umbrellas open.
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Phrases Within His Shadows
Poetry" they witness his bleeding on the beauty of his shadows. "
