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Rain



While others see rain as dark, dreary and sad,

I take the moment to embrace the beauty of rain.

Rain droplets are the tears of the world,

The silent screams of the unknown.


The words that we all wish to speak but are silenced by the fears and torments of our minds

As the rain taps on the window pane

With such strong emotions and force

It screams the freedom of speech that was once closed off from the memory of our brains.


Rain rejuvenates the soil making it rich compost

The rain is the nourishment provided for the earth for a chance at rebirth

Once beaten down to mere dust

Drained by the rays of the sun and beaten down by the paths taken

The rain becomes the tears of release

Rain

Tears

Cries

Release

~Anastasia~