I Kissed The Rain
On the 2nd of June, so suddenly it came.
Soft drips of liquid permeating my brain.
Sweat poured like vapors of steam.
Was it real or was it just a dream?
I was stashed away in lock and chain;
No longer consumed with fun and games.
Dark clouds formed and then the storm.
My heart and soul were completely torn.
Raindrops pounded against the window pane.
If I could, I would walk out and kiss the rain.
If only I could, my life would never be the same.
Just dreaming warms the blood in my veins.
The kiss of rain would be just the key.
That loving kiss of rain would set me free.
Was it fact or was it fiction?
Was it just my imagination?
I only know that I kissed the rain.
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