The Rain

by Amylith
  • November 3, 2010
  • Poetry
  • Lyrical

I sit inside my window pane
to keep away the pouring rain,
and laugh at all the little drops
running down like silly props
pretending all is beautifully sad
and nothing’s ever really bad.
All those tiny, winding trails
tell separate sad, but happy, tales.
And in the end, they all turn good
and the rain heals hurts, just as it should.
But life’s not like those drops of rain.
The world’s not like that window pane.
Some hurts don’t heal.
Sad stories are real.
The rain won’t cleanse and erase the pain
and many people still bear their shame.
But people like me, we prefer to hide
tucked in our houses, safely inside,
and watch the rain on the window pane
and wish the world was just the same.

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colie18
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colie18 commented · Thu Nov 04, 2010 12:02 am

I really like it, and just how everything flows perfectly together!!

Keep writing

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condirant
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condirant wrote a review · Wed Nov 03, 2010 12:45 am

Wow, this is amazing. There's only one part that kind of confused me:

tell separate sad, but happy, tales.


I know there's a word for this, but I can't place it. Perhaps just say tales, but what you have already fits the poem... hmm.

I'm more interested in the meaning of this poem, it's very emotional. I like how you portrayed the message. :)

Keep writing. x)

~Devon.

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theotherone
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theotherone wrote a review · Wed Nov 03, 2010 12:33 am

Hello there. :)

I sit inside my window pane
to keep away the pouring rain,
and laugh at all the little drops
running down like silly props
pretending all is beautifully sad
and nothing’s ever really bad.
All those tiny, winding trails
tell separate #FF0000 ">sad, #FF0000 ">but happy, tales. Is it sad tales, or happy tales? because normally, it's one or the other.
And in the end, they all turn good
and the rain heals hurts, just as it should.
But life’s not like those drops of rain.
The world’s not like that window pane.
Some#FF0000 "> hurts don’t heal. I'm not sure, but wounds maybe a a better word for it.
Sad stories are real.
The rain won’t cleanse and erase the pain
and many people still bear their shame.
But people like me, we prefer to hide
tucked in our houses, safely inside,
and watch the rain on the window pane
and wish the world was just the same.


This is good, keep writing!

-Other One



There has never been a sadness not cured by breakfast food.
— Ron, Parks & Rec