The rain falls like memories,
Its brightness is a cure,
Thin pebbles splashing in the road,
Thick paintstrokes far and near.
They bear the weight of greater dreams
That never dared come true;
Put faces to the people that
Had faded in the blue.
Looking out a window at
The dim and flooded sky
Some idea burns the heart
And fills the watching eye;
Perhaps the past has yet to be,
Perhaps it is today
Perhaps the nightmares in one's sleep
Are but a storm away.
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