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Sniffles of the gods

Raindrops fell from the sky.
I tried to look away,
But my eyes I could not pry. 
Staring down the clouds. 
I watch a hand reach out. 
Fear had struck me. 
I stood still in my place.
Disbelief clearly on my face. 
Not a single soul was around to see. 
I tried to speak out.
But the God's ignored me. 
For I am one being,
And a god is many. 
Gold raindrops covered the streets. 
I heard a loud cry.
That's when I realized. 
These were not raindrops but tears. 
They continued to fall from the sky. 
A voice boomed with a defying sigh. 
I couldn't imagine a god cry. 
This was something out of the ordinary. 
You never realize what burdens they carry. 
Out of sight out of mind. 
You never see how they portray mankind. 
For this is the sniffles of the gods. 
Defined against all odds. 

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Halo Pain

I really like the way you write and rhyme 
This one is a very creative idea. i dont know why but i like to think of the reasons a god would cry. And i think you leaving that question open adds weight to the piece.

Good work on this one

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Crystal Chance

Thank you very much! My husband likes to challenge me so he gave me the prompt sniffles of the God's , and a million ideas shot through my head but this one poured right out of me onto paper. 

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Halo Pain

Must be good to have that encouragement, it definitely worked.
it poured out for a reason.
 

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