Days of rain are here.
A drop of realization, stirs a pond of thoughts.
Maybe I would ask you to wash away the cold,
and the doubts that trickle down my soul.
But you have your own downpour of sorrows
to flood away my form.
Maybe this season is not for rainbows after all.
But for reflections on puddles of ourselves,
to mend leaks brought about by past storms,
and to make blue skies wait a little longer...
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