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It started raining on my way to see you,

It was refreshing for raindrops to fall down my cheeks,

Instead of tears, soaken with emotion,

The love and the hate curled together,

In the meshing molecules,

That stream down my face.

I could have stood in that rain for hours,

Letting the wetness drench my clothes through,

The sun just beyond the clouds out of sight,

But today it seems a little closer

To lighting up the dark shadows under my eyes,

And erasing the smudged mascara lines,

That map out the path that got us here,

Mistakes, misunderstandings, misconducts,

And missing you.