The Rain Is Falling Down
The rain is falling down
high up from the skies above
like hoards of tarantulas
all over me
It's making me feel low and miserable
like the tiniest crumb left on the ground
from a loaf of bread
The rain is falling down
its making me desperate for a bright ray of light
but at the moment all that surrounds me is darkness
The rain is falling, falling, falling
and I wonder will it ever end
Copyright © Emily Krauss | Year Posted 2021
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