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The Rain

The rain fell, making the ground wet and pools of water fulled the floor;

I tried to walk but I kept falling back, starting all over again.

The rain seemed to fall for an eternity, never stopping;

Some days more rain fall, making me cold and alone.

After a while, I learned to live with the rain along with the cold and the feeling of always being alone.

I began to become numb and stopped trying to fight the rain, letting it fall as it pleased. 

I sat and pondered about the rain, wondering why it took my happiness away and fulled my life with sorrow.


I know I should be happy and joyfull

but

How can I be when the pain is so painful?

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A/N:
What does the rain mean to you?
(Answer in the comments!❤️)

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