A Rainy Day

I remember the dark day
I stood by the window
watching the rain
while the wind howled mercilessly
and the trees shook their
disapproving heads
The streets were like rivulets
gushing to obscurity
with unlucky passers
scurrying through them

The pouring, pouring, pouring,
that seemed to know no stopping
brought back memories
that were forgotten and banished
It was again the consciousness
of pain, of never ending darkness
without sunshine
The rain reopened wounds
forcing remembrance

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