Beautiful Rain

Rain streaks down the window The wind blows undistorted from its creation A sad small human sits behind that glass Alone in the dark. This house used to be filled with noise. Enough love that the windows would glow. Then, the rain would soothe the house Now the rain tries to drag This place back to that day. That time that cannot be changed The rain still remembers How it poured down the face of the boy Who let the world tangle him up And loop his belt around his neck. Now the poor house is left behind With nothing but the ghost of the person inside No laughter left to fill the halls No one to admire the beautiful rain.

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