Why the rain falls

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There are times we drift astray
We wait for the storm to flush it all away

The wind blows louder
The trees lean lower

The rain begins to fall
My spirit stops its crawl

The sorrows drip from my shoulders
The troubles drown in the cavity of my neck
Tears run down my bare legs

The air is warm

The temperature is mild

The light is a glossy haze
Mellow to the eye

Nothing matters right now
It’s all so hollow.
I breathe in the moment.

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