Storythai

I watch the rain fall from my bedroom window. Droplets of
water collect on the glossy windows. Each droplet looks
like a tear drop...Each one with a different meaning...A
different dream. A dream of being different from the rest.
I begin run my fingers softly down smooth glass window. I
close my eyes. Take a deep breath and exhale heavily in
grief. Why? Why must he be so far from my reach? The love
of my life...Not here with me? Why? I peer out into the
darkness of the sky. The sky...It looks sad...Just like
me...I open the window and slowly reach my hand out to feel
the soft touch of the rain. Once more, I close my eyes.
Feeling the essecne of the rain. The pitter-patter of the
droplets against my finter tips. As each rain drop falls
and slashes onto the cold hard ground...An other heart is
broken...An other sold is lost. The sky is weeping for the
Earth...And broken hearts that dwell within it. And as the
sky weeps for the broken souls...I weep for my own...

Tearofmybrokensouls

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