I saw a group of people stare at the rain:
One boy remembered lessons he'd gained.
Another boy looked up at the silvery sky;
Rain falling down his own cheeks,
He spoke in his cry,
“I’ve watched the storms in the past weeks;
I feel like my spirit has passed away.”
One girl cringed at the sight of the rain,
And sighed, “It also reminds me of pain.”
And the rest of them,
Soulless,
Un-abstractly say,
“It’s just weather all the same.”
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