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Born on a mid summer day,
but I loved the clouds more, than the shine.
My earliest memory; Running outdoors,
first dropp on my cheek,
second on my closed eyes,
like tears it flow.
Before I guess where the third would fall,
I'm grabbed by hand and dragged inside.
Is the shower heaven's cry? I wonder,
or God playing?
Why would heaven cry? When,
it's the happiest place.
How could God play? When,
he's busy running the world.
I go to school, hanging from my,
Grandfather's hand, in a heavy downpour.
Frog entrails and an ...