Listen
Listen, I think it's raining, listen.
The world outside will glisten.
Even if it's just a little, let it rain.
There, hear the pitter patter on the window pane?
Just you and me, let's rush outside.
Don't tell the others, leave them inside.
You and I alone, with joy, we'll feel the rain.
They'll just get wet and think it’s a pain.
John Jurkowski
27 Nov. 2017
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