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You know they say rain is a blessing. Fluent flow that goes with calmness. On a chill night with a bright moonlight. A cold that blazes through the bone. And leading to a shivering skin. But rain is a blessing, as it sets a calm mood on a beautiful night. It started as fun. Then the rain got intense. Then I started getting wet. Rain had deceived me. Is rain really a blessing. My mind started racing with confusion. Adrenalin made my body to shake into distortion. It was fight or flight. On a way to the tears. Rain had started small. The thought it rains but it pours. I was confused. A sample of self unconsciously fought a lost battle. Rain signified an undignified but justified sense of defeat. On my knees, a neat but tainted reality would speak. Tears started falling like a raging waterfall. Fear, pain and sorrow were facts of life. But there lies a bottle of three cousins emptied by lost emotions. Lost with the battle on the battlefield. A blessing and a curse, rain would be. # By Server
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
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You know they say rain is a blessing. Fluent flow that goes with calmness. On a chill night with a bright moonlight. A cold that blazes through the bone. And leading to a shivering skin. But rain is a blessing, as it sets a calm mood on a beautiful night. It started as fun. Then the rain got intense. Then I started getting wet. Rain had deceived me. Is rain really a blessing. My mind started racing with confusion. Adrenalin made my body to shake into distortion. It was fight or flight. On a way to the tears. Rain had started small. The thought it rains but it pours. I was confused. A sample of self unconsciously fought a lost battle. Rain signified an undignified but justified sense of defeat. On my knees, a neat but tainted reality would speak. Tears started falling like a raging waterfall. Fear, pain and sorrow were facts of life. But there lies a bottle of three cousins emptied by lost emotions. Lost with the battle on the battlefield. A blessing and a curse, rain would be. # By Server
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
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