The Rain
I f*cking love the rain.
Storms are even better.
I love to hear of your canceled plans
As you stand there, getting wetter
I adore the miserable faces it brings
To everyone but me
I ache for the sound of chain it makes
As it rattles absently
If my friend is joined by thunder, lightning, floods and all;
I feel awash and truly blessed,
By the sway of it all
What occurs so blissful to me
in the symphony of splash,
Is the the 200 voices that are in my head;
Concur rather than clash
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