Home alone with a high hope of rain,
hope for rain only to hide the tears that need to be shed,
watch each drop hit your face as you stare straight up,
watching the drops and shedding the tear with a frown on your face,
The tears filled with pain and confusion,
staring straight up to ask for answers,
drop to your knees to pled and beg for some kind of comfort,
the slow silence of the drops'. '. '. '. '. '. '. '. '.' .' '. '. '. '. '. '. '. .' . '. '. .' . '. '. .' .' . '. .' . '. '
the pitter patter speaking and giving the comfort you long for,
the loud drips break the silence,
and you relize the rain has stopped,
the pitter patter no longer eases the pain from the tears that still shed and drip from you eyes,
and
Home alone with a high hope of rain

treaty, your writing is so moving. it is your door

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Interesting Tender Bastet...^^

damn...you're fast i will have to use my super powers to elude you!

love the rain

Thats kind of Funny ^^"

missed me again

In time Tender Bastet ^^

Nice write DeathsTreaty. I think the rainmakers got confused and brought pain instead of rain again....lol

Thanx FadedSpirit ^^


I like the pain a bit more then the pain sometimes ^^

good write