Rain

To the rain,
who calms my tormented thoughts,
who silently taps my head,
my unspoken Argonaut.

Maybe if I sit here in the rain,
maybe the tears that flow
may drown me instead
of my demons and shadows.

And so I shower myself within the rain's warm embrace,
because I seem to fall for you
as to how the rain falls on this rainy avenue,
again and again, over and over.

To the rain,
who calms my tormented thoughts,
who silently taps my head,
my unspoken Argonaut,
I only have words of gratitude,
through all the pain and anguish,
I finally realized,
that there is nothing more to gain
standing here in the rain.

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