Sobering Rain

The rain trickles down my neck.
My hair is sopping wet and the flowers that I held have only a few petals left.
My dress is covered in mud.
The rain poured and I was caught.
As I sit here in the dirt,
I can’t help but think that I put myself in this position.
The rain pours over me, and I don’t have the strength to leave.

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