The Rain Poem by robert stiles
The Rain
though the rain my come down as hard as stones falling from the sky it would never hurt me as much as tears were to fill your eyes though the winds may be rough or be as soft as a gentle spring breeze ether way it could never be as sweet as your love is to me the lighting my flash as quick as lighting on a storm tossed sea but all will be calm in the end for baby i love thee
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