Thunderstorm. 

The sound of rain falling on my window pane 

soothes me as I lay. 

I’m not sure what it is about the rain 

that makes me feel this way. 

I’m not blue, nor yellow. 

I’m right in between.

The rain cures my aching mind,

The thunder reminds me of my shame.

But when put together,

They relieve me of my pain. 

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