Wither.

And just like that the rain was gone,

The puddles were the only thing that remained.

They reminded me of the rain.

How it fell so beautifully,

How it spoke so softly,

How it left without saying goodbye.

All that remains now are the puddles,

Until they too wither away in silence.

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[Matching Socks]

Very sad poem Kennedy, I can feel longing and sadness.
Eventually those puddles will dry up under the warmth of the sunshine, when a new day dawns.