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The Pouring Rain…

I wonder about this pouring rain,
Looks like it is shedding all it’s pain.
As restless as I am in my dark room,
The sky is loud with thunder again and again.
I am so cold and numb inside to think,
But I can see the ice crystals falling,
On the shards of grass like me tears on my cheeks.
I know it will rain till the depression of sky fades,
And my tears from the eyes wash my soul decayed…



© 2012 Pimmi Nag