you stumble out the door to escape the storm
and blindly stagger into the sunlight.
your damp cheeks glisten and start to dry
as your shaking shoulders slowly relax,
and you turn your face up to the sky and
give a tentative smile, feeling hope until
your cheeks suddenly dampen;
gray once again masking golden hues and
gravity pulling raindrops from the clouds.
desperate, you thrust open the door and
half run up the stairs, reaching your tearstained bed,
where you collapse in despair and
sob, realizing it is impossible to escape the rain.
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