Rain tells the story of one going through pain... but it's not quite the same because rain doesn't stain like the blood in your veins when a wound has been opened it drips from your heart in a slow fluid motion... the blue turns to red as the oxygen consumes it .. conforms it.. it changes and somehow renews it to a red meaning life as if one were a rose gaining strength from the rain so its purity grows while the sun it breaks through piercing one cloud then another but there's not enough rays for the light to uncover whats hidden in darkness underneath the blue skies as the rain it keeps coming pouring heavily and cries out in thunder while glistening through flashes of light washing away sadness introducing fright as the storm passes over the heart trembles in fear for the time of life ending creeps eerily near but you choose not to feel it... rain caressing your cheeks for its saying something listen to love as it speaks... so cold yet so warm as tears blend with the moisture.. wholeness.. complete.. says of the inner voice your heart whispers loudly to gain understanding the rain of your love is simply demanding an open heart with its soul in the wind flying freely with the rain again and again release the arms wide and look up to the sky embracing the storm as it rumbles by living life taking hope through any circumstance.. circle in the rain and dance. Let love dance...
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