Some people feel rain.
Other's just get wet.
I want to wake up with the rain.
As it kisses my cheeks
I fluster my eyes and awake to open skies
musty and dark
but beautiful.
There is beauty underneath.
There is always beauty underneath.
The rain washes away everything,
cool, cold and kind.
I can leave my secrets in the puddles
and the clouds will evaporate my anger
and I too, can be a cloud.
Because there is beauty on the surface too.
Whoever said happiness is like sunshine,
Has obviously never danced in the rain.
This portrait may look like the rain
trickles like my tears.
But if you were to zoom in:
You would see my smile.
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