Rain

    

 The clouds

 Suddenly turned gray,

 Darken my sunny skies

The wind gusted.

I  hid in anticipation

 Of the tension

In his downpour

Thunder roared and lightning struck,

 Quaking my insides

But it was the rain,

My bane, that

 Chilled me to the core. 

 Pitter, patter,

It came down

Peppering me

 Brown with its pattern

I don’t know why

I even  try

There’s nothing here  

To keep me dry

So it rains on me

But I don’t want to be here

Crying bitter tears

Because of  his fears

 This ain’t right

 I’m not a woman, rife

I’m tired of this strain

Time to stop

 His precipitation

In my life

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