Rain falls again today

The sky a slate gray

Cold as it touches my skin

Cold I am once again

Wind howls as it beats down

The outside noises have been drowned

Within and under the rain as it falls

But I realize my weak spirit crawls

Dragging herself along the muddy ground

No hope, no emotions, no life found

Will she ever know how to stand?

Will she ever receive a helping hand?

Will she learn how to fly?

Or will she drag herself down and die

Once the sky clears there could be hope

But none will be found hanging from a rope

Swinging and swaying as the fierce wind blows

It will get you nowhere, so she’s told

She picks herself up off the muddy ground

Bedraggled and weak she makes no sound

I see her turn her head up to the weeping sky

Rain gets in her eyes; you cannot tell how she’s cried

She sees the clouds in the sky above

She remembers that she’s in love

Are the clouds slowly beginning to part?

She can finally feel the beat of her own heart

Light rather than rain floods down in thick beams

She is beginning to resew her ripped seams

Blue is the only color, not gray

I wake now with my spirit, its no longer a rainy day

 
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