when the rains fall

why do i feel this way?
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the rains fell down like pellets of grace, and as a drizzle developed to a shower and engraged into a thunderstorm,
i stood there,
appreciating the refreshment even as the black sky and white flashes gnarled with contempt.

walking out of school with jenn was, i must say, an experience.
attempting in all futility to dodge the rain even under the sheltered walkway,
foreshadowing the troubles i was going to face later.

walking home, the rain didn’t let up and was actually worse then before,
i opened my umbrella and only resulted being totally drenched when i got home, almost like a bath.

the incoherence i can’t explain, and i think i need to work on my sentence structures.
i don’t even seem to understand what i’m typing or saying sometimes.

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and if what the song says is really true,
“the rain’s to help you grow”,
i’d be 50 already.