Rain

written this morning.

when I wake up every morning, I hear rain. 
90% of the time it is only raining inside of my head. 
the rain spills out of my eyes and flows down my cheeks, 
making me wish I had an umbrella
or some shelter, but you cannot hide from yourself. 
I fear that one day it will rain so much that I will drown within myself.
when you search for me, all you will see are puddles where I once stood.

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This is deep, I love the metaphor effect of rain being cries:) Your a very wonderful writer I relate to your writes:)