Your sad sweet music brings new life,
Your gentle score soothes pain and strife.
Your stubborn rage strikes hard the street,
Your rhythm sounds without retreat.
Relentless tears gush down the pane,
Like blood shoved doggedly through veins.
Mist rises fast, soaks into skin,
I turn on heel and run within.
My door becomes a barricade,
As right outside, your storm cascades.
Some dream all day of endless sun,
I smile; my rainy solitude has begun.
Poem by Rachel Watts © 2017
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