There is a rain,
When it pours in my head,
Washes away all the pain,
When am stuck in sad,
It releases me but never stops to entertain,
For each and every drop,
I feel spiritually lifted to the top,
Listen! There is a rain,
That repairs my heart as I maintain,
I smile as it washes away tears,
Yes it takes away all mu fears,
For each and every dropp I hold,
The warmth I feel spanks away the cold,
As I busk in the sun with no captivity,
I look up and hope for it to rescue me away from thos sensitivity,
Empty as I feel with out it,
I will nomadic for life and stay in transit,
There is a rain,
That to its absence I shall not remain,
Sent from heaven is the rain,
And trust me! I will kiss it again,
Yes it has come and its time to gain
Your love has come,
Your love,
Your love,
The rain!
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I love this poem. I shall read this regularly