raindrops

[Irish-dipstick]

raindrops laying on my window pane but they
cant wash away my pain raindrops running
down my face and i cant remember my name
but now it really doen't matter im in my own
world still with no girl left alone and im on chill
but still i can't complain the raindrops know my
name the make patterns to make my day
as i live out my life nothing is more purer
that the oroara of the raindrops pouring
and i love the sound when they hit the ground
i know this may sound werid but to me its real
its as necessary to me as a warm meal and
ill never be parted from my country i love
cause the raindrops never stop falling from up above
and with every step in the right direction i
cant deny my obesession with constant condensation
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as i turn look and glance out of my window
i can see the rain fall and the wind blows i
wish i could just die as a matter of fact i would
just so i could live a less stressful live out in
the woods where i belong where im strong
sitting back listen to the wind talk as the sun glares
no fear no scares no worries and if it rains im in no hurry
ill stay and be wash by the pure water from heaven
but i feel like i been in drout since i was eleven
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....dam i miss my raindrops

[sexydeltagirl]

Very, nice this is my favorite piece from you....It flows so nicely I can def. identify with what you are saying here....

I use to think that raindrops were the tears of Mothers...
Who have lost their sons in a WAR...
Or to the streets they roamed that they sometimes called home..
I use to the think the raindrops were the tears of Daughters...
Who had lost their father when their mother decided....
To leave that rainy day...
She couldn't take waking up to a bruised face and...
Swollen eyes....
I use to think the raindrops were the tears of Sons..
Who cried due to the absence of their fathers...
Who lost their courage to stick around...
Because the grass looked better on the other side...
I use to think the raindrops were my tears..
When I would cry at night wishing this life would end....
Trying to battle the demons within...
Telling me that...
No one would miss me...
No one would mourn my passing...
I use to think the raindrops were my tears...

[Irish-dipstick]

Very, nice this is my favorite piece from you....It flows so nicely I can def. identify with what you are saying here....

I use to think that raindrops were the tears of Mothers...
Who have lost their sons in a WAR...
Or to the streets they roamed that they sometimes called home..
I use to the think the raindrops were the tears of Daughters...
Who had lost their father when their mother decided....
To leave that rainy day...
She couldn't take waking up to a bruised face and...
Swollen eyes....
I use to think the raindrops were the tears of Sons..
Who cried due to the absence of their fathers...
Who lost their courage to stick around...
Because the grass looked better on the other side...
I use to think the raindrops were my tears..
When I would cry at night wishing this life would end....
Trying to battle the demons within...
Telling me that...
No one would miss me...
No one would mourn my passing...
I use to think the raindrops were my tears...

*claps*

for d's i just got the inspiration from the raindrops on my window and there still there anyway you gave a new perspective on raindrops which is dope and i respect this i was ju8st wondering why no-one talk about rain drops most people see them every day thanxz for the comment and ur drop.....

peace

[sexydeltagirl]

*claps*

for d's i just got the inspiration from the raindrops on my window and there still there anyway you gave a new perspective on raindrops which is dope and i respect this i was ju8st wondering why no-one talk about rain drops most people see them every day thanxz for the comment and ur drop.....

peace

That's true a lot of people hate the rain...But serves it's purpose...It sometimes makes you stay inside which is the best place to be these days...

Most def. I see a lot of things diff. I guess I use to think Thunder was GODs way of releasing his anger....crazy huh?

[Irish-dipstick]

nah not really ive heard crazier trust me such as: cider cures cancer..... :ohmy: yes i have heard this

[Irish-dipstick]

upped

[Irish-dipstick]

upping for comments

[homeyjay]

I.D. - I know many a people who just love the rain man, I had a girl that whenever it rained it was on for real tho. There are many soul classics 'bout the rain too that I like. One thing though that Noah's Ark story I tend to dwell on sometimes for man is defenseless against the rain.(chinese water tourcher) The rain does slow life down some for reflection which is needed, way to go with an untouched (at least to my knowledge) matter here at the p.c. goodin' hj

[**MsZ]

SDG....

YO! Everytime you spit you make me think...your words are so powerful...I'ma be a lifelong fan...follow you to the end...

Z

[sexydeltagirl]

SDG....
YO! Everytime you spit you make me think...your words are so powerful...I'ma be a lifelong fan...follow you to the end...
Z

:hug: Thanks so much for your kinds words girlie...Really I do appreciate it...As long as you will keep reading I'll keep writing....

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