It’s when the rain comes down that I see another side of me.

Puddles form in concrete pot holes portraying an image of uncertainty.

Such beautiful skies filled with lies that flood these empty streets.

Memories in the reflection of my eyes like a silent horror movie.

The darkened reflection shines bright with every lightning strike.

Flashbacks to the sound of thunder makes me want to close my eyes.

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