Here Comes The Rain
Here comes the rain,
Falling on my head,
Burning holes into the
Essence of my life.
Have you seen the sky,
Draining of all color,
Thoughts bleeding grey?
Could you tell that the moisture in the air
Tasted of rust?
Was the sun blocked off
By all the clouds that drenched the ash-colored sky?
Did the words escape your mouth,
The ones that bring worry and fear and pain,
Yet they prepare you for the storm?
The words are bleak and cold:
Here comes the rain.
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