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May 9, 2018
The smell of the rain hides the tears as they run down my cheek; the rain cries for me, so I can stay strong.
The grey clouds feel the heaviness of the rain, the same as my eyes feel the tears building up.
The thunder yells as if it were a mother and daughter arguing.
The yellow glow of the lightning shows hope through the sky.
Although the break in the clouds tells me everything will be okay; I still feel the grey clouds in my eyes.
© Alyssa J., Gibsonia, PA
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