The Rain


There’s something about the rain
How it washes away the pain and sometimes all hope with it
It leaves clear that which was hidden
The lies we would rather tell ourselves
Or the truth we would rather ignore
That we were never that special after all
Or that in the real world unconditional is a fairy tale like peter pan
Droplets collect into puddles and become a mirror
in it a reflection of a face covered in shameful recognition of the truth
the thunder grumbled for effect as though it chuckled
and The lightening took a picture as though it meant to say don’t forget
the cold droplets woke me up from my dream
as though baptizing me into reality
I was never that special for the human heart to reinvent its nature
Its always going to be a simple game of give and take
With more emphasis on the taking.

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