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Many people hate the rain

they treat it

as a bad chaotic form of nature

every night and day,

is causes destruction floods

in places all sinks and falls down,

the heavens cry with much pain,

mainly cause a lovely lady is in pain

thats why the heaven cries,

my form cant be with her

to try to heal the pain,

so it pours and pours,

innocent lifes so happy playing outside,

rain is good for them

they get wet and play around

look at does beautiful childhood smiles,

they dont know the heavens in pain

but they are innocent so they dont understand,

nice perfect weather for my form

I can shed tears of pain,

no one will tell whats going on,

as the heavens pour and pour,

my soul pours its venomous form,

tears flow like rain drops down my eyes,

look at them play a great trick of life,

while others run for cover try to keep dry,

I choose to be outside,

look up in the heaven,

open my eye sight,

seeing his face behind the clouds,

winking telling me

a illusion is created for me to cry,

and for everyone thinking

is rain that is falling apart

not knowing that the pain

fuels the evil form

and the soil been softening for its fall,

the rain perfect illusion of pain,

no tears in this eye

sockets just full drops of rain

-che