Every rain storm brings with it hope...
That some how by morning,
Everything will be made clean again..
And even the most troubling stains..
Were left disappear..
Like the doubts over his innocents..
Or the consequence of his mistake...
Like the scars of his betrayal..
Or the memory of it's kiss...
So we wait for the story to pass..
Hoping for the best..
Even though we know in our hearts..
Some stains are so indealable,
Nothing can wash them away...
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