It’s the sunshine
that makes me sad.
So bright
a relentless interrogator
exposing my secrets
my pain
leaving me nowhere
to hide my
Self.
But the rain!
The rain envelopes me
in her fresh
silvery droplets.
Asking no questions
She comforts me
with a misty hug
and lets me be
whoever I am.
Or not.



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