My eyes trail out the window,
Noticing all the green on the ground,
But there was no rainbow,
As the rain made a splashing sound.
I went outside to notice the rain,
As my upper body grew very wet,
I imagined all my swelling pain,
As the mood swooned my regret.
The ground was wet and deep brown,
As I contemplated everything in my head;
I could not help but frown,
Since this was where my feet had led.
Now, I know why I feel pain,
Every time it begins to rain.
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