Poem: There is Rain Outside

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There is Rain Outside

There is rain outside.
The windows and doors are open
and you can smell it in the air.
You can feel it.

There is rain outside.
As you gaze through the window at your desk,
the world darkens.
Color mutes.

There is rain outside.
No one predicted this.
Clouds have a mind of their own
and our work is to adapt.

There is rain outside

About this poem

WeiThere really is rain outside. And I really didn’t expect it.

But the poem is about depression and other mental/emotional struggles. At least that is what it is to me. The poem is yours now. Make of it what you want.

Tom

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