A child of the rain.

A drop of the rain

Accurately represents me

Because I am in pain

for why it is heavy.


Oh how it reflects

A vague version of myself.

You can see no defects

Not quite asking for help.


The rain and I are one.

Perhaps, I am its child.

‘Cos when it’s come and done,

I have no reason to hide.

 

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