Huit.

Rain.

She's walking in the rain,
wandering aimlessly like a stranger.
In shame and in pain,
she wants to surrender.

Raindrops washing her tears..
No one knows she's crying inside.
This is what she fears.
All along, she was pushing it all aside.

Water dripping from her fingers,
the coldness numbing her senses.
The sadness and loneliness lingers,
breaking down her defenses.

It's beginning to get dark and dreary.
The poor girl knows there's nowhere to go.

That's how sad stories unfold.
She's probably someone you know..