Most people may disagree,
But rain is my salvation.
It makes me feel that I have
FInally reached my destination.
The patter of drops on the roof,
Are music to my ears.
The waters contact with my skin,
Is hardly worth a single tear.
So while you wait for son to come,
I will be waiting hear,
For my precious rain's arrival,
To wash away my every fear.
((: Randomly made that up as I went. xD
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