Rain, rain is the gentle that no one wants to turn
to.
A series of bad signals that no one wants to
belong to.
Yet it purifies and brings purpose for the next
sunny day.
As my tears reach the edege of my nose
they fall to meet the rains' reflection from the
ground.
In that same breath when cupid shot me down.
So fast i wondered how, you could not
see through the storm of my parents in store for
you.
But in order to see sunshine in the end
there would have to be rain in the beginning
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