Raindrops

As the clouds drew thicker in the sky
a scent of gloom fills the air
there I sat by the window pane
watching the small raindrops falling again
They swiftly break as they hit the ground
yet somehow as bigger droplets came
a stream of water you’ll soon find
It’s just a rain
It’s just a rain
yet it confronts my daily life
a series of broken dreams
a boundless flow of inner thoughts
Failures, Ah! the word I hate
When I reached the stream
mine’s not pale gray nor black
a chaotic colorful one
With a smile I rose from that window
and I softly whispered to myself
” my imperfections are worth living for”.

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