Rain - Poem by Rachel Mac
The constant patter of the rain,
Just assists the throbbing pain,
Inside my brain, inside my head,
That makes me think I'd be better off dead.
Down a wall, trickles a drop,
Causing my burning tears to stop,
Their long, sad path down my face,
While I sink into my dark place.
I tilt my face up to the cloud,
That produces the rain that patters loud.
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