Running in the rain,
Laughing at the wind.
I sit back and smile
I see you again.
Our hair soaking wet,
still going wild
No thunder yet
All i see is my child.
An angel of laughter
a soldier of tears.
A smile on her face
that all wish to be near.
I played in the rain
with an angel tonight
and when she said Momma
everything was alright.
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