Rainy Dreams

It rains there, in my dream,
As I sit quietly with my knees tucked under my chin,
My straggly hair dripping wet tears and
Cold silent drops of dirty water.
My feet dig into the warm mud,
As I sit staring into a turbulent stream,
Brown, frothy, angry,
Pouring its troubles over sharp jagged rocks,
Dragging leaves along to rip them apart.

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