When it rains, it pours

Stress, Frustration, Situations out of our control, Confusion, Pain, Suffering, Death...

Like minuscule specks of dust, They collect water until becoming rain.

However, There are so many, So many specks, That when you expect a summer shower It somehow always turns into a Thunderstorm...

Maybe now you will understand Why I hate the rain?

Logan Brosemer
SourceLicence:Public domain (author dedication)

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