Poetry: Rain, Like Tears

She stares out the window

And thinks about the fact

That rain can be poetic:

The climax of a romance

Life for the next season’s flowers

Cleansing, rebirth

A natural symphony


Or rain can be sorrow:

Cold, relentless, destructive

Ripping down posters

Ruining clothes and hairdos and freshly washed cars

A prison guard keeping kids inside

A chorus of “no”s pounding against the world


Depends on where you’re standing, I guess

Depends on what you’re thinking.

(Depends on what you’re crying about.)

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