Weathered

I belong to the wind and the rain.
I’ve made my stops along the 5 o’clock train.
I’ve watched countless faces forget my name.
And to them, the storm will never sound the same.
I’ve beat the ground with my thundering roar.
I’ve pattered against windows that have never seen rain before.
I’ve broken glass and broken doors.
I’ve watched houses topple from brittle floors.
I’ve broken down barriers and crushed every sign.
I would blame the weather, but the fault is mine.

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