Rain Outside My Window
A darkened life upon darkened day.
Covered and smothered within one's misery,
Constricting winds terrible shaking fierce against the trees.
Leaves whipped and broken from their branches,
Drifting amoung the broken as well falling to the ground, they lay.
A darkened heaven upon darkened sky.
Sounds of thunder created by blinded lights are heard,
The sounds of war are imagined with this crashing thunder.
Explosions fit the sounds, fit the flashings of white and gold,
To listen close and almost hear the terrifying screams, they lie.
A darkened pain upon darkened soul.
Collisions against the window as the rain pours down,
As each droplet falls it's as if that impersonate one of god's men.
They come down as if they can pierce one's skin possibly deeper,
Soon created a void of emptyness as it touches one's heart, a hole.
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