How is this poem? "Rain from Within"?

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mannah_landerson

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Five minutes longer
I say
I say.
But five minutes turn longer,
Out come blue skies instead of gray.

The rain stops pouring,
I soak it in,
But I tremble and cry,
The rain that forgot to come comes out of within.

If I just sleep,
I will forget,
These tears I weep,
Out of this bed.

I never know why I cry,
Within this thick skin,
But without you I die,
So I wake.

Still life is hard,
The tremble, the quake,
I try to find the happiness,
Some to find, still none to take.
 
Huns...that's amazing. I wouldn't be surprised if you told me you were a poet!!!
 
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