My troubles fell to the ground all around me today as the raindrops descended upon my reasons for worry and vibrant bijoux.
sucky.
sucky, sucky school.
Puddles of problems filled as I walked through the rain.
But whispers of otoño sighed within the pitter-patter.
I am one who walks in the rain- others just get wet.

It is discouraging that the little lakes of fallen rain will disperse before long, and with those- the stupidity
yet the troubles then will wait, lingering just inches above my existence

until there are simply too many and the storm comes crashing down by no fault of anyone's but my own.
(it's a fragile cycle; this thing called senior year.)