Drip, Drop.

The rain wouldn't stop.

Rain, both in my head and out,

clouds looming overhead,

gloomy, gloomy clouds.

Oh, how i longed for the sun,

but no,

the rain wouldn't stop.

My hands, tired and sore,

craft the same dolls,

and will forevermore.

There will be no sun,

no warmth, or love.

Only contempt and forlorn,

and that is all that will stay,

from now and forevermore.

And, as I fall,

like a raindrop, doomed to disappear,

to splatter against the cold, hard ground,

the only thought in my mind is

that this end is fitting

for a gloomy rainwoman like me.