I would be remiss to say that my kinship with rain is truly an odd one.
I’m not saying I wish it to stay but when it’s all grey I grew a new problem.
Like a plant I must grow like an ant and it’s home I can build.
It could be sand or the snow the land is not foe despite if it’s hills.
A curved path is a friend I’ll bask in the bends while I’m turning.
It’s a task to feel dead and to ask what has bled what I’m learning.
But the lessons with rain and when it’s all grey I’ll wait and not run.
I promise it’s safe and today is the day I appreciate sun.
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