The Rain
It is a true lustfulness in its wake
In many ways the calling of tear drops that flood the world
It's gentle touch and yet at time's it can be cold as ice
The understanding of it all, in purest form
For it can wash away the sins of the world in just a moment
Or it can cause devastation in its path
For it is of Nature that it cleans it all
It is Soothing to hear and Heal's it's soul as it can heal me as well
For it all is what we need and never truly leaves us
For it can hide the tears of the world as it hide's my own tear's that flow
It can be gloomy at time's and yet happy at time's
For this true Love of the World, it weep's
And its end is Endless
As it's Passion is forever and will never die
For what it is, it is The Rain
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