Torrential rain,
torturous drops saturating
the psyche.

Flooding with psychosis.

Thoughts flowing,
searching for stability;
keeping reason from drowning
within insanity.

Tears drip,
mingling among the drizzle,
as the storm subsides.

Shimmering light reflects
upon standing puddles
from the sun’s salvation.

No longer waiting behind the clouds.

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