Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And if you like sugar,
It's me who you should meet!
... Yeah, I don't really write like that. At least, I hope I don't...
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She hated rain.
All it did was bring her sadness and pain.
Millions of drops, a cold breeze to top;
Drenched her to the core, soaked her until she thought it would not stop.
He loved the rain.
Without it, he thought he would go insane.
Millions of drops, splattering across the window pane;
It calmed him, soothed him, until he could get up and go again.
Paths crossed, opposites met;
She would get him to hate the rain yet.
But he was unyielding, as was she.
Her plan had backfired, and he had opened her eyes to see.
She hated the rain.