In life?
There’s a million
Rain cloud
Storms a-brewing
With their shotguns
Pointing right between the eyes.
You never seem to understand
As the bullets
Touch-batter the windows.
Knock, knock, knocking
At a life too safe
And planned.
Should you stay here
Safe in the arms of
Reading books
And written words.
Simply existing
In happy land.
Or….
Curious?
So leave the room.
Bite the bullets.
Step out and
Be glad that you and rain exist
Because
When it’s wing tips brush kiss
Your cheeks
You’re left feeling
Golden, exhilarated
And at peace
No longer haunted
Or aching with memories.
Rain?
It’s teardrops.
Which are falling
Like Ghosts
That keep calling
You.
Back.
To future experience.
They’re friends
That surround you
As you twist this way
And that way.
Pitter Putter Patter
They dance euphorically
Around you
And on you
They seep into you.
They allow you
To mend.
Gray Summers 
Powerful Gray. The first verse/version described my relationship with the rain … hitting right between the eyes with a migraine
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Thank you. It’s a bit part from a lyric I wrote when a teen. ‘There’s a million with shotguns. Pointing right between my eyes. They try to tell me that I’m oh so cold. But they don’t realise’. Migraine is an interesting one. Usually it was the College’s flickering fluorescent tube lights (full blown migraine) or the Radiotherapy Department (shimmering lights migraine) in hospital that got me.
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Oh thatdoesnt sound good. Changes in atmospheric pressure are my main trigger – and feeling it today. That said, a good downpour usually releases the pressure and the headache lifts, until the next downpour while the headache builds again. Delightful things, migraines
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Long gone now. Fortunately.
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When raindrops touch my face the Earth is acknowledging my presence.
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That’s an amazing way of explaining your feelings for rain. Thank you. All the best.
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