Early Poetry.
Rain falls gracefully throughout the skies,
Just like teardrops that fall from my eyes.
A soothing sound, to which none can compare.
This glorious sound fills the night air.
Now the rain falls softly down to the ground,
It fills the air with an eerie sound.
A heavy darkness fills the night air,
As the droplets bounce off of my hair.
I’m just drowning in a sea of black.
I start to leave, but then I look back.
I’m mesmerized by the graceful rain;
The start of life in a world of pain.
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