It Rains

it rains
it is far from what i guess

the road has become
one empty
platform

people run away
and then it makes me
really happy

it rains
and those who are afraid of the water
are separated from those
who have no fears

of getting wet and of being alone
of filling an empty street and be counted as
an ostrich

it rains
and the room shall be filled with people
of runaways
who want shelter

it rains and people get divided
and people know each other

and people make decisions
and the rain makes the sound

there is sorrow
but no one cares to listen

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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