It’s like the sky is crying as it slowly drops,
The rain hits the roof in synchronized patterns,
Like an unknown song , so In tune like a ring of Saturn ,
The gentle drops in rhythmic waves,
Not scared to fall or concave,
As it slowly hits the window pane,
Flowing slowly into the rivers and drains,
Can be rough like unsympathetic storm,
Dark and lonely like a empty dorm,
But it can be as light as a feather,
as inconsistent as the weather ,
It can make a rainbow from the rain,
And a smile from the pain.
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