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It rains hard

drip
      drip
            drop

i watch it through the door
it rains hard!
I see it slamming to the floor
people running
trying to take shelter
scattered and frantic
afraid of a little water

drip
      drip
            drop

Its not the same for me
It rains hard!
and I'm overwhelmed with glee
I remember these days
full of fun and runny noses
splashing in puddles
and trying to build houses

drip
      drip
            drop

It was so much fun to me
It rained hard!
It was all we needed it to be
abused kids growing up in the ghetto
we had our fun with the littlest of things
the whores and druggies weren't out
no one was on the street
just us six kids
soaked to our feet

drip
      drip
            drop

our street claimed two of our six
It rains hard!
as me and my sister reminice
of the good ol' days
when it rained
and we claimed our street
with our laughter and games
and innocense.

drip
      drip
            drop

It rains hard!
Its only a memory now

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  • MissCDT
    January 29

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    I really like how you develope the story, how you're not just showing emotions but you're telling a story. I also like how the drips allign. It really makes me think of rain.