In the pouring rain,
A girl stands, at the end of the lane.

Her face cold, her eyes gold.
Tear stained face, an unsolved case.

Grey clouds above
pulling over shadows, even over meadows.

Scuffed jeans and torn shirt,
her boots covered in dirt.

Every rainy day,
you'll see her standing outside.

Arms stretched, as if welcoming the storm.
Wishing she was never born.

Heavy droplets on her frail body.
Turning her into a nobody.

Look away once and she is gone.
And the only prove that she was here,
is the wail of the storm.
Who was friends with, the girl in the rain.

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I'm pretty much proud of this one. My fav :D.