The Sensation of Countless Raindrops

Clouded by the future
of a million uncertain things
sutured in shrouds.

False hope was never
so false as to deny
the weight of feeling good.

But certainly there’s light
somewhere above those clouds,
destined for greatness, seldom found.

Some way I’ll learn
to find the sunlight on a rainy day.
Until then, I’ll stay under this hood.

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