Wash away my shame,
with this gentle rain.
Wash away the pain,
from the winter that came.
Gently caress me,
with these tears from the sky,
flowing in memory
of days gone by.
In the gloom of the gray day,
the rain reflects off the asphalt,
glowing like a sunny May,
or like artist's cobalt.
This gentle downpour
soothes my fears,
and quells my anxieties.
It is much like shedding tears.
Soft rain,
won't you stay?
Though I know,
you must go away.
I look forward again
to when we meet,
for I know that
the next time will be sweet.
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