Rain

What is it about the rain that I love so much?

It might be the smell maybe the touch?

The pitter patters on my skin

Soothes my soul deep within.

Maybe it's the peaceful sound,

Or watching raindrops hit the ground?

I have no idea what it is; it just makes me feel calm.

Maybe the memory of running through it with your hand in my palm.

As kids we would run and jump in puddles.

It's when I had my first kiss and midnight cuddles.

Oh, the rain I am grateful for this.

When I'm upset rains what I miss.

I know it's weird, but would it be a crime;

If God would make it rain for me all the time?

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