July 22, 2020

Waiting for the Rain to Come

And I wait here,
staring at the window,
waiting for the rain to come.

Waiting,
As if it were to bring answers,
a new job or clarity,
waiting.

Will it wash away my sins?
Will it cure me of my disease?
Will it help me sleep?

Confined in my thoughts,
among four walls,
looking through a glass,
I wait.

The clouds play,
the thunder barks,
but my rain does not come.

I look for drops on a clear sky,
I look for a chance to pass by,
that maybe someday,
when the rain falls,
the leafs will bloom,
and life will not fade.

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