We were the rain…..

The life we lead is one of many directions and connections

We too are crafted as unique as a snow flakes yet given the freedom to melt as we please

This place i call home is full of familiar faces all doing what they feel is best

Some people say that he is going down the wrong path

needs to stop dreaming and ‘get real’

while others marvel in his independence and freedom.

And her over there, she did everything by the book

listened to the elders, found her perfect love

only for him to be taken by the night so now she roams alone.

The homeless man on the next street is fighting to be accepted

it’s funny how we are all made of the same stuff yet

no-one wants to find his soft side beneath his hard exterior.

Now i’m about the go on my journey into the world,

I have seen others take the leap and follow their dreams

I love hearing their stories when they come back up here.

I bid my peers farewall, found my spot and began to fall.

At first i was afraid, not knowing what would happen

or if i chose the right spot.

Saw the rebel take the wrong turn and hit the ground hard

but this was no time for nerves.

And just before i hit the water, it was only then i realised

That we were the rain…..

rain

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