Rain’s Hidden Pain
Every drop tells a story.....
Who is it
there?
Who is it
supposed
to be?
Do you
know?
Do they
know?
Who are they
shielding from
the rain?
Is it someone
of great
import?
Why do they
care so much?
Is this person
real or only
in their mind?
Did the rain
carry them
there?
What sorrows
are they
sharing with
them?
Should they
be listened to
intently?
Should your
their ears be
selective?
Fear of
sympathy
unchecked
could lead
them astray
Would it
be better
to leave
them in
the rain?
Their troubles
too much
to bear
Can they
wether it
alone?
Should they
run and hide?
Will one
day they
become
part of
the rain?
Please don’t
seek to join
them
They need
no company
but mine
About the Creator
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