Standing outside in a thunderstorm
she could cry and the tears would just mingle
with the rain pouring down her face
no one would know
instead she runs through the rain
like a little girl
the cool water washes away all the adult problems
that weigh her down
when she's done she takes of her shoes
and walks home barefoot through the wet grass
the sun peeks through the clouds
and the storm passes
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