Umbrellas
The outpour was so heavy,
We all pulled open our umbrellas.
Wow, how fast we did that.
But we loved the fresh aroma of the rain.
In life I also loved the high speed times,
When I had to run in that kind of rain.
I gained speed and learned it fast.
That rain was of gain.
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