The Rain And She Poem by Andrea Bencardino

She sits in the pourin rain.
Rain dropp after another it feels like A thousand needles to her skin. Yet she doesnt seem to cry.
After all our lies, her eyes have turned to a pale blak.
The ones she though cared where the first ones to kill her inside.
Now we leave her behind once again. lost, dazed and cofused.
She starts dancin to the melody of the thunder.
Beautiful as can be, she falls to her knees.
And begins to weep and asks.
Please save me, ineed u my love....