The rain fell
Every morning at the same time
Short Outbursts with the beginning as sudden as the end
As if the rain washed the night away with long tears of misery
Taking away the darkness that tarnished the sky
Like a paint spill on a clear canvas
Like a blemish on a pretty white blouse;
Cleansed clean welcoming a new day
A clean slate
A new opportunity
The rain fell; The sky cried
But the sun shone colouring the canvas anew
New pictures; new sceneries
But again the cycle will begin
And the rain will fall
Every morning at the same time.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
The rain fell
Every morning at the same time
Short Outbursts with the beginning as sudden as the end
As if the rain washed the night away with long tears of misery
Taking away the darkness that tarnished the sky
Like a paint spill on a clear canvas
Like a blemish on a pretty white blouse;
Cleansed clean welcoming a new day
A clean slate
A new opportunity
The rain fell; The sky cried
But the sun shone colouring the canvas anew
New pictures; new sceneries
But again the cycle will begin
And the rain will fall
Every morning at the same time.
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