~*Raindrops in Summer*~

by Lalita

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They're called raindrops in summer, spring, and even fall

But I... I call them tears

Tears from the sky

The heavens are crying, drowning the world in their sorrow

The wind releases its woe and wails an infant's endless cry

Dark and brooding clouds shadow the sun, and the only light comes from flashes of hatred

Thunder rumbles and rages in the distance, followed shortly by the screams of furious lightning

Strings inside of me are pulled, and I am memorized by the storm

I revel in its beauty, pity its conflicting emotions

Deep down, I scream, deny the injustices of life, beg to be delivered

I unleash the feelings that were hidden for so long

Tears course down my cheeks, and I weep with the storm

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The tears ease

The cries become softer

As the storm fades away, weary and worn

And as the sun bursts through the clouds, chasing away the shadows and restoring warmth

I break free of my daze

I turn from the window

I walk away, feeling free and light as I haven't before

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They're called raindrops in summer, spring, and even fall

But I... I call them tears

Tears from the sky