The Rain
The rain smelled different when I was young
Not yet a care, living for fun
I’m no longer young, but not yet old
Responsibility has taken hold
The rain still comes, heavy and light
Awakening my senses to a new height
Still searching for the rain I knew when I was young
Before innocence had come undone
But now that I’ve seen the rain in so many a different place
I fear the rain of my youth has been erased
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