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Its raining outside,
A steady pulse of grey that sleets through
The murky night.

She cant sleep;
A whisper brushes her cheek,
Something claws at her mind
And she quietly stands,
Slipping down the stairs and stepping, barefoot,
Outside.

There are no stars.
A cloud slowly drifts across the moon.
There is nothing,
No sound but the pounding of shimmering
Rain,
Relentless.
It engulfs her.

The rain reflects her troubled shadows,
Kindled ear,
Uncertain thoughts.
What is this shadow I live in?
She contemplates
With a bitter air,
Those specters and remnants of the past,
Dark images in the silvery mist
Of rain.

Tears,
Trickling stars of frustration and hurt,
Merge into the darkness,
Lost in the downpour.
What am I doing here?
Why such pain?

She stands motionless,
Realization flickering alight
As the rain,
Gradually,
Begins to cease.

She hesitates, and then,
Slowly,
Steps into the light.

Her footsteps leave behind
Drops of liquid radiance,
Like iridescent wings imprinted
In the rain-specked moonlit grass.