I sit up in my room and stare out the window i watch the rain fall to earth and gently nourish the surface the rings trickle away on the lake and the road slowly becomes a darker gray and then suddenly it is pouring the dark skies let go of their fierce grasp and let their tears fall forcefully down i long to be out there, under it's beating feeling its tingling touch upon my bare skin and letting the rain wash away my pain i long for the coldness, the wetness, the pureness i need the sense of being fresh and new i need to escape from the harsh reality i am caught in the rain is my escape, yet this barrier of wood and glass puts what i need most forever beyond my reach and sentences me to an eternity without hope of ever being free.
Reason for writing:
i know it sucks, comments and advice please.
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