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I used to love the rain,

The way it felt,

The way it made everything fresh again,

But it's not the same now,

Its so painful, rain,

Everything is so fragile and cursed,

The rain just keeps on falling,

The dark clouds the emptiness,

So routine I can see it coming,

Like the garbage man on thursday,

Or the mail man at 2,

But unlike the service men,

I couldn't see the rain,

Not this time,

It came without notice,  

Without black clouds,

Then all at once darkness,

Pain and

Rain