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O dear rain, the sky turns dark. You promise to fall, you offer so much hope, yet you drift away, leaving without touching the earth. You feel deceiving— how could you promise and not rain? — No, dear— it is not like that. I did not lie, nor did I pretend. I couldn’t wait to touch you, to return the warmth you so freely give, and I longed to return it— but I am not free. I do not choose. I wish you knew my quiet helplessness— that I am only a puppet. The wind is the player; I move only the way the wind decides. Though every drop in me wants to fall, I simply couldn’t— that’s all.
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 6:18 AM UTC
Where the Rain Learned to Ache
O dear rain, the sky turns dark. You promise to fall, you offer so much hope, yet you drift away, leaving without touching the earth. You feel deceiving— how could you promise and not rain? — No, dear— it is not like that. I did not lie, nor did I pretend. I couldn’t wait to touch you, to return the warmth you so freely give, and I longed to return it— but I am not free. I do not choose. I wish you knew my quiet helplessness— that I am only a puppet. The wind is the player; I move only the way the wind decides. Though every drop in me wants to fall, I simply couldn’t— that’s all.
#rain#love#longing#helpless#notbychoice
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Mira2017
36/F
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 6:18 AM UTC
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