Rain beating
On the window pane,
Drenching the sill.
It looks so soft, so sad,
So alone.
But yet the hope
That it can wash it all away
Is too much.
You stand outside
letting the rain
drizzle on your face.
You close your eyes
So full of pain,
Looking as if they were
40 years ahead of you.
Letting the rain drip
from your cheeks.
Tears are flowing
a painful reminder
of what
you could have been.
Juniper_Berry101 Community Member 
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