thoughts on a rainy day

i hear the rain pouring
heavily overhead while I
lay awake in bed…
i wonder if this is the world
for all the lost and brokenhearted…
for those grieving…
and for all the battered souls
i close my eyes and listen hard
to the rhythm…
i picture each drop
as it hits ground and pavement…
like one of those science experiments
in slow motion….
i wonder if each raindrop
is a sad thought…a lonely feeling..a painful memory
whispered to the wind
by the brokenhearted and the weary
and are carried away to the clouds
making them grow dark and heavy…
and no longer able to contain these,
the clouds let fall
the rain…each drop breaking…


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