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it is raining on this desert tonight

and I am a memory - a chapter from my childhood.

you see,

often my parents would yell at each other... it would be unbearable.

to escape them I would go outside.

sometimes it would rain

and it would cover me.

as a child it was hard growing up with them.

it was difficult to listen to their voices

and their frustrations with life.

but my life is not a result of theirs anymore.

I have grown into this man,

and I have moved beyond the memories of them.

as this storm passes through,

I will tell you this:

tonight this is only rain

and a memory entertained

by a quiet evening of my own design.