Rain

26 Jun

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Rain rumbles, she yells, she argues. She comes, she leaves.

she cuts no quarters. When she comes, she is there.

 

she yells in the sky. She flashes. She leaves and comes back.

 

there is no predicting Rain. She is her own person.

when she gets really close, she sings. She sings.

 

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