My Rainy Day

Each touch of rain to the ground
makes me die a little,
and live a little more.
So solemn is the day,
grey and endless,
like an infinite nothing.
My mind drifts in these empty days,
thoughts of freedom,
ideals of love.
They come to me when I'm here.
Tomorrow seems so far away,
like a shade in the horizon.
The clouds drift away,
but the rain keeps pouring on.
Time seems to stop,
in the chaotic noise and cold feel,
feelings of death and rebirth.
I love rainy days,
except when I'm in love.

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Just wanted to share this poem I wrote a long time ago.