I love the rain.
Water trickling down my face.
Seems to wet me in every space.
I feel the dampness all over me.
Being wet makes my clothes heavy.
I open my mouth, it touches my tongue.
I feel a cold sensation when this is done.
I love to see the rain drops fall.
What a smell it makes in the air as I recall.

When the rain stops.
I watch the last drop.
The clouds start to break away
The Sun bursts out and clears the gray.
I can’t wait until the next rain day comes.
So I can continue my wet and wonderful fun.
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