Into The Rain - Part II

I sit and look out the window,
as the rain performs a dance.
It is the last time I will think of this.
Soon, like the storm, it will pass.
My hands seem cold,
so I tuck them in my pocket.
These painful memories release,
like the opening of a locket.
Relief, that this hurt is healing.
This storm will be gone by the evening.
Written by IntoTheRain
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