Rainy Day
- Apr 18, 2023
- 1 min read
by Caleb Alamo
I am unable to overcome the rain.
Why would I want to? No, I would never.
Delicate or thunderous, it is vain
to think I could ever be so clever.
With the greatest charm of this century,
There is nothing that compares to the time
spent adding each drop to my memory.
Recalling them reminds me of my prime.
Now life leaves me wanting for so much more.
Yet fresh rain takes me back to what was good,
a love that flourished, whether rich or poor,
where I had never felt misunderstood.
I will remain here, just for a moment,
mourning what was, now lost to the torrent.
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