Rain
The rain is falling,
Steadily upon the roof,
The thunder calling,
Always more than a little aloof.
O, how I love the rain,
It cleanses the soul,
And washes away the pain,
Once more making me whole.
The air is so clean,
I fill my lungs with the sweet scent,
As I exhale I feel pristine,
But the rain does not relent.
Rain falls all around,
Soaking through my clothes,
I let go of how tightly I am wound,
And feel how my happiness grows.
I look up into the sky,
As water pours down my face,
I feel as though I can fly,
The pure elation, my heart doth embrace.
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