I love the rain,
She shares my pain.
And paint the world in my blues.
A share of my grief,
A drop on each leaf,
I love her moist embrace.
My heart a barren withered place,
She pours in love with grace,
She balms my fateful yester years
Syncing droplets with my tears.
She harvest seeds of long lost hopes
Spell them back to life.
She's a soothing pal for ages now,
She nurtures my little dreams.
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