quiet.
It was the first storm of the season.
After months, so dry.
The rain pouring down, washing away the watchful eyes.
Cradling myself, I say goodbye.
Thunder crashes, muffling past cries.
The rain gets louder, yet the noise goes quiet.
I can’t say what I think, I can only write it.
If I try to speak, it comes out jumbled.
Some might think, I’m a little troubled.
So now that the past thoughts have washed away,
I prepare myself for the next onslaught,
As if, at this point, it isn’t cliche.
Cradling myself, I say goodbye.
Thunder crashes, muffling past cries.
The rain gets louder, yet the noise goes quiet.
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