The Rain Paradox

Poem-Story, Poetry
raining pours

Singh Photography X Bedroom Poet 

Rain can paradoxically be the thing that stops us from living, or the thing that reawakens our living.

When it rain, it pours.
Thunder all around
Across the moors.
All doors shut,
And back leans against yours.
You stop.
You stare,
Paralysed by fear’s glare.
But then you think,
“F*ck it, I’m going to do it anyway”.

 

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