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    The Pouring Rain

    The rain pours outside As I look out of the window Of the abandoned building I once called home No one is here now To watch it with me To hold me When the thunder scares me No one shouts out That the dinner’s ready The dark grey clouds Look angry and alone They cry over us Letting the raindrops Soak us in pain The rain always makes me sad Because I no longer Have anyone to share it with And alone as always I draw the curtains And sit down to eat As the rain continues to pour outside I don’t know how to explain what this poem is…