My Friend. The Rain.

Today the rain is my friend.

At least I have one to share company with.

Its sounds give some small comfort

Its smell excites me so

But somehow I'm still lonely

neglected, broken promises

My friend, the rain gives filling

but still I feel alone.

At least the rain is constant

It knows what it's supposed to do

I try to follow in it's footsteps

But I am just a fool.

I listen to what it's saying

But I cannot do the same

I'm hurting, bent and broken.

Where as it's beauty still remains.

My face now reflects my dear friend.

No matter how it's tried to aid

I cannot not help but copy-cat

It's all built up now,

Everyday.

It needs to be let out

I've never been one to choose

And now I have no choice but to.

Just like the rain Ill let it all out

Ill let it wash away.

The only problem with my friend

Is it comes back another day.

So now It's coming back to me

Whether or not I want.

But I love the rain.

How it succors me.

And I'd rather have it here, than not.

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