The Rains
Everyday,
Life goes slowly,
With all the emotions,
love, friendship,
and hatred more often
basking in its glory
And so I am,
More than just a spectator,
Like a sort of Eraser
The eraser, of emotions
Cleansing your dirty life.
And when I take, my leave
I give the people
another chance, a ray of hope
And so I am, and remain
what humans call me
Rain
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This is the second iteration of the Rain themed poems.. and is preceded by The Rainy Days. Thanks @AdzTeal :)
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