Rain
a steady beating on the roof
the color of the world is drained
gray and ominous
washing away the grime
washing away the past months
long and lonely
isolated and inside
finally getting the vital shower
the rain dripping like tears
after a good cry
refreshed and restored
letting go
of what was not meant to be
poised to move on
as the sun breaks through
© 2022 Jason A. Muckley
Poems for Warriors 
Thank you for that lovely poem. I can relate.
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Nice! I am glad you liked it
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I enjoyed this one Jason.
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Thanks Mary Grace!
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