It's raining again.
The drops fall like
brittle, cold flecks of ice.
On the porch I watch
as the puddles overflow.
The weather reflects my mood.
Dreary.
The shadowing clouds above
let me know the rain
won't let up.
It never does. Seems like
it's been raining my whole life.
The weather reflects my future.
Bleak.
I like the rain.
It makes us even.
It falls on everyone.
If you're in its way, you get wet.
Way it should be.
The weather reflects my past.
Dark.
The ground is weak.
It lets the rain push it around.
Not me. The constant rain has
made me strong. Makes me fight.
Reminds me to survive.
The weather reflects my attitude.
Determined.
The rain will be mine
to face, always. It's
relentless. Sometimes it
makes me slip, but I'll
never fall. Never again.
The weather reflects my resolve.
Never ending.
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