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My name is Sofia Terrazas, Class of 2027, my program area class is Hospitality and Tourism. I've always liked writing, and I came across poetry. Now poetry is something I can use to express my feelings about myself, and/or about something I'm passionate about.
Rain
Rain, like crackling thunder in a mist, Rain, like a teardrop from the heavens, Rain, like a cold warmth in the abyss, Rain, like your partner that you resist.
It comes crashing down, then softens at bay. It forms a rainbow, and some might say that rain is awful, it interrupts one's dwell, it can dampen the plants, and pollute the well.
But rain isn't good, nor isn't bad. It doesn't rain sadness, only the happiness we once had.
It simply symbolizes the cycle of life That the creatures shall meet in the afterlife. Though, rain does not leave, nor does it go, it stays watching until it is turned into snow.
Is immortality a gift or a curse? Let's put it simply, it could be worse
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