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When It Rains
When the rain falls, I feel renewed.
I feel that I have nothing to worry about.
The thunder blocks out the cries on the streets.
The cry of helpless children.
The thunder blocks out my screams.
But it does not block out the screaming inside me.
The lighetning liights up the world.
It exposes the good in the world.
It exposes the bad.
It exposes some of the deepest, darkest secrets.
But it does not expose my secrects.
It does not expose me.
It does not expose my pain.
The rain cleanses the Earth.
It wipes away the world's wrong doings.
It wipes away my tears.
It makes me feel like the world isn't only mad at me.
The rain covers up my sins.
It wipes away me sadness.
But only for a minute.
When the rain stops, I'm hurt and sore all over again.
When the rain stops, I feel hopeless.
When the rain stops, I wish it would start again.
When the rain stops, I wish that it never started.
When the rain stops, I feel like there is no meaning in life.
When the rain stops, I feel like I want to die.