It’s raining.
Trials are raining in front of me.
There are crashing of raindrops,
White and heavy rain.
It blurs to what I should see.
It floods to where I should walk.
People gather in solemn waiting.
They’re trapped, too,
By the rain of my trials.
There are crashing of raindrops,
White and heavy rain.
Dark clouds forbid me,
Heavy rains imprison me.
I could run under the rain.
I could soak my feet into the flood.
I could,
But I wouldn’t.
The rain was to heavy to fight.
I will walk when the time is right.
It’s raining.
The trials began to cease.
There are tapping of raindrops,
Faint and ending rain.
It flooded my path.
The people goes out with umbrellas.
The rain will cease,
But when will I walk under the rain?

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