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I Love The Rain
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closet boxes 2002 Listen to the drops on the roof
watch it run quietly down the windows
not unlike the tears that run down my face
when I think of you.
Remember our walks down the streets
through the puddles, the rain soaking us
you would dangle fat worms in my face
and watch as i screamed before laughing.
Jumping in puddles and looking for the rainbows
rainbows that we dreamed we would one day reach
we loved those days the most.
These days those rainbows seem so far away
pale and without promise to me,
the puddles to deep to jump in
and without you that's pointless anyway.
That is something saved only for you.
But hard as I try, I can not hate the rain
for it is all that remains of my love for you.
For that I will always love the rain.
I like this poem a lot, I love the rain so much, especially night rain. Great poem.
There really is no weather better than a nice, calm rain. It's relaxing when you hear the drops collide with the roof of the house or against the pavement. That sound I imagine is the sound that my nerves make when they uncoil, with every drop that falls. Good poem. I enjoyed it.
i never knew you loved me that way
ash
Much Love
Ashley