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i was stairing out my window, and it was raining. so i wrote this.
One of the saddest weather of all.
It's like god's tears falling down on you, making you ashamed of what you have done.
Like washing away your sorrows, giving you a clean start.
Drenching the streets, washing away the dirt and grim,
Sending it all downhill.
More than just a few tears, the amount of an ocean falls down,
Soaking the street and ground.
The rain eventually calms down sometimes it speeds up again.
But the one thing it always does is end.