Rain
Sometimes you can't stop the rain. Sometimes you can't shield yourself from the constant onslaught of stinging needles as they plummet from darkened skies. Oh, you can shield your body from these pains Yet never your mind. No matter how wide the proverbial umbrella is in this wicked night, the drops still impact your clothes, impact your skin with every stinging letter. With every scorching breath. Sometimes you can't stop the rain. As the innocent droplets transform into icy cleavers, shattering your delicate heart... Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 06:34 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Sometimes you can't stop the rain. ..."