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The rain



Open fields with the vivid smell of fresh cut grass.
Roads that are filled with dark red dirt.
Trees so high they can almost touch the stars.
Flowers blooming at their best on the most beautiful summer day.
And the raindrops on the leaves are taken down by the power of gravity.

The rain reminds you how much you used to love walking in it.
Always walking so fast but when you felt those drops it was like the tarmac became drifting sand.
You'd walk as slow as possible.

You forgot how much it made you feel like you belonged.
How the rain surprised you, how you couldn't control it.
But all of the sudden you could control everything you thought you couldn't.

Cause this was something higher than you.
It's amazing to be reminded by something you forgot existed.
To remember that peaceful feeling.

Cause sometimes the high is too low and the low is too high.
Not everything can be repaired and that hits completely differently.

That's when you need that drifting sand and water falling out of the sky.

About this poem

This poem is about a childhood memory, about a forgotten feeling that unexpectedly returned into your life.

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Written on September 01, 2021

Submitted by lunatunie on August 31, 2021

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Luna deschacht

I'm a 25year old girl with a passion for writing. I always felt the need to make people feel that no matter how hard and how long the road seems to be, they're never truly alone. Like many I've seen and been through a lot in my young life. I went to art school so painting and drawing is also a way to express myself. I'm also a singer songwriter. But I recently discovered that spoken word is my true passion. I have a huge passion for animals and my dog is the most important thing in my life. I hope you'll enjoy my poetry! Love, Luna more…

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