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Rain dripping on my face
turned up, grey-skyward.
Dark skies send cold drops,
emissaries, to the world
of wet shoes, mud grass below.

Each drop caressing my face
whispers, Go back, go home. 
There is no light here.
But I am tired of the glow
yellow and fake
of the light we have created
man made light
to carry us through grey days.

I want to see the truth
though the truth shows only dark today.
The skies weep with the dark,
mixing with the tears on my face.
I didn't know the truth would hurt,
would break a heart that wanted to see.

Tears dripping on my face
turned up, grey-skyward
blur my sight of the world before me.
It is dark all around, but I will stay
and wait for the first glow of light.