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Let It RainStanding in the rain my clothes getting soaking wet. But nothing quells the pain, I simply never can forget. I'm hoping the rain will hide the tears upon my face. Afraid to go back inside knowing I'd be labeled a disgrace. I am not supposed to cry, it's a childish thing to do. I didn't want to tell them I was crying over you. So, here I stand alone and cold with feelings I've been pinned; as pages of my life unfold, erased, like feathers in the wind. So, please, God, let it rain until I've released my hearts' true pain. A love I'll never fulfill... A woman who will never be the same. Lubaina Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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