Shower On The Inside

They say rain is a blessing

Rain is poring down
To me, it is another common frown

The water from the heaven
Gives this dying Earth a cleanse

Cold, or warm
On a given day, to all will be shown

A precipitated way of a new beginning
In which some come to understanding
But to everyone, it is merely accepting

But for people, which are accepted by everyone
It is still a mystery

Showers of anger, and jealousy
With envy, and no understanding

A heavy storm, causing destruction
Kids look at the storm, as a worry distraction

Makes me wonder, if the same on a dirty person
In which we all can relate as human

Will there ever be a new beginning?

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