My rain is the one thing that keeps me alive sometimes.
The rain collides with my mind and my say.
Even if it doesn’t understand me sometimes, it’s still my rain.
My rain does a lot for me, as it will for you as you just get to know it.
See, some people try to take my rain away from me by telling lies, but I know my rain doesn’t lie.
The rain has many ways to shift me,
It starts as being gentle to you outside and then the rest is history as it moves inside of you.
Let the rain gentle you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with God’s teardrops.
Let the rain caress you, a beauty.
The rain makes still pools on my sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in my gutter, empties it.
The rain silently tapping on my roof at night, it is my rain and no one else’s,
My rain brings a brighter day to me, I don’t know about you.
The rain makes room for my sunshine in my darkness.
And I love my rain unconditionally.
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Submission Name: My Rain.
