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Rains

Rains

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As the drops pour down the gorgeous clouds; there is something that strikes me.

The way these clouds are making themselves free, I think I need to do the same.

Years of pain are settled deep down this little heart, pushed to the back of the conscience.

Each blow received, each hurt taken, each pain inflicted, somewhere I hid them.


This heavyweight of all these has created a dark cloud of melancholy and hurt.

This cloud needs to be released through a downpour.

A downpour that shall enable this little person to get back at whatever it wants to fight for.

Only then shall the fight be a fair one. When both the parties are equally weighted.


AND

After this downpour is over, there is something brighter to look forward to.

The rainbow of my mind awaits to show itself to me through the dark clouds.

Happiness in its purest forms awaits to shine through my situations like the sun.

The smell of the fresh wet grounds of new beginnings shall welcome me.

The moist reminders of everything that is to come stick to my soul.


IN THE END

Mother Nature has promised me that she shall release me each time it rains.

I have promised to give myself to her each time she does so.



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