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The rain patters with mighty fury,
Upon my ocean of worries,
It strikes, without dismay,
Sending shivers through my feeble frame,
I curl away into time,
Afraid its tears will taint my cry,
The rain, it’s pouring down on me,
But I won’t let it stop my grief…
© The Short Black Girl, 2015.