𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼⁞⁞ Poem

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I hate the rain,
The cold and the wetness
The slippery roads
The clouds and the grey
I hate the rain,
That pulls me under
That takes over everything
That suffocates me with its presence

I hate the rain,
That drives me inside
That forces me to hide from it
The rain is a dark and bleak
That dims my mood and my joy

I hate the rain,
Who reminds me of all the hurt
Who reminds me of the pain
Who reminds me that I am alone

I hate the rain,
Who washes away all my hopes and my dreams
Who washes away all the love and happiness
Who washes away all the sun and the light.