A small storm

It started to rain outside.

I've wanted to touch the rain ever since I came into the hospital.

It's raining out side.

I can see each little drop

quickly fall down from heaven to earth.

The sky is crying.

I hear the sound of the cars

driving in the rain as people drive

to  wherever they need to go.

Is the sky crying for me?

I can taste the damp air from my open window.

Yes, the sky is crying for me.

I can feel the rain lightly hitting the wall.

Will I ever be able to feel the rain again?

Only peaceful heaven knows.


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