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.

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