Darren Daugherty, Ph.D.
Darren Daugherty, Ph.D.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

by Daniela Daugherty

 

She walked in the pouring rain.
Alone in the rain she remained.
And on her shirt left a stain.
She was soaked in the pouring rain.

 

The icy drops fell on her vein.
The mascara and makeup did wane.
And it ran down her face and the lane.
She’s a mess in the pouring rain.

 

But for her it covered the pain.
It shadowed the stress and the strain.
Drops kept her from going insane.
She was sane in the pouring rain.

 

Alone with her God who contains,
All to know of the world that’s mundane.
And He shall forevermore reign.
She’s with Him in the pouring rain.

 

He’s her comfort and He is her cane.
For the tears now she cannot retain.
Nothing to lose. All to gain.
And she cries in the pouring rain.

 

For no longer -she cannot complain.
With the cooling spots calming her brain.
And the puddles forming once again.
She is Jane in the pouring rain.

 

She walks past the house, sees the pane.
Trickling, the gutter did drain.
The sky still it could not abstain.
She saw “Free” in the pouring rain.

 

The rain drops kept pelting her mane.
Did not take her pain away- feigned.
Her tongue out, the rain she attained.
She’s alive in the pouring rain!

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