The rain is a cold sin committed,
Leaking into the cracks of despair.
Stuck inside with nothing to do,
Unable to get out, oh how it is not fair.

Watching the clouds as they are forming,
Watching them, as they are getting darker.
As if the clouds alone are angry
And are planning to cause a trifling disaster.

I can see the clouds are unsteady now,
Unable to hold on much longer.
Unable to stand the pressure upon it,
It releases itself into rain, which is much stronger.

The rain just keeps on falling,
Until it eventually hits the ground.
Like a relationship going down slope,
Finally hitting rock bottom and becoming unbound.

I can hear the rain is roaring,
As a crowed roars with laughter.
But it is not happy for I do not laugh,
There is no such thing as happy ever after.

 
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