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I walk outside, under the darkening sky,
and contemplate this tumultuous past.
This rain has seen all that I have, all that's gone by,
witnessed me rise, watched me fall, and all so fast.

Rain has seen me on my feet, alone but unworried,
dancing to the beat of my own peculiar drum.
It has watched my first true kiss, perfect and unhurried,
the magic in its cadence causing our hearts' strings to strum.

There I stood, wind rushing down on our embrace;
basking in love's domain.

Rain has seen me in the air, up crying in my tree,
aghast at a love's loss, at what fate from me stole.
The cold turned it to frost, that then drifted onto me,
the solemnity of that moment forever etched on my soul.

There I sat, rain's partner snow caressing my face;
learning the truth of pain.

Rain has seen me on my knees, cast down and afraid,
of a life spent without purpose, a future alone.
It has watched me wander, from my path had I strayed,
the lyrical music following me into the unknown.

There I knelt, mist reminding me of absent grace;
struggling to survive the strain.

Rain has seen me in motion, walking off my history,
thinking of myself, of what lies ahead, not behind.
It and the darkness revealed some of the mystery,
of what, if I keep looking, in my future could I find.

There I walked, the moon my guardian, striding apace;
beginning to end a broken heart's reign.

Rain is watching me on my feet, once more,
ascending from the depths to which I fell.
It is watching me be convinced to no longer ignore,
my friend, the woman who had me under a spell.

Here I stand, yet weak but giving chase;
prevailing –
ever in the arms of rain.

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