Domed droplets form and move,

Making rivers upon the glass...

Encompassed in massless grays,

Rain slipping on leaves of grass.

Anguish reflected in her eyes...

Reflections give way to tears.

Always sad whenever it rains,

An irony she'd know for years.

Thunder, torrents and storms

Always worsened as she went mad.

But only she knew her own truth...

It rains because she's sad.

by River Katt

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