The rain falls gently in

The early morning light. 

A wall of gray clouds

Keeps the sun out of sight.

 

Rain drops sound like                              

Tiny little feet

Dancing on the surface

Of my window seat.

 

The rain hits me hard 

In the center of my heart.

Nothing is the same

When a friendship falls apart.

 

Storm clouds block

The sun from getting in,

Because my soul knows,

I’ve lost my best friend.

 

Rain can comfort us,

Or it can cause great pain. 

It can change our history,

Where nothing feels the same.

 

We can decide to leave,

Or we can choose to stay,

Knowing the pain inside

May never go away.

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