Rain Falling, dancing running down the window pane dripping down the emerald green tendrals looking like soft fingertips icy fingertips that touch me coldly but give me hope, give me light From grey to green drip,drip it seems to call me beckon me to its land of wonder to get away from the real world to get away from the pain, heart ache Running down my face mingling with salty tears a vain attempt to wash them away but is kept being replaced green shimmers, like slivers of light mingling with pearl drops dampening my coat, my clothes chilling me to the bone, but keeping me reassured it seems to call to me When the rain stops the nightmare will be over gone no more crying myself to sleep forever happy, forever content that's the way I see it The way I see the rain
Reason for writing:
When it was raining after I had a massive fight with my friend...who told everybody I had a disease that made me be different, nobody wanted to go near me in case it was "Contagious", walking home that day, it was raining
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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