Rain

The rain

is pounding relentlessly

on my window



I am cold

and exhausted

grey and quiet



The weather

somehow

fixes my mood



It's been weeks

since light

shone through my blinds



Funny how

the weather man

Predicted

scattered showers

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This has to do with depression the shitty weather is almost a metaphor...it was for school i posted it for kicks..not a serious poem that wants serious comments but hey...

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