Watery Sunshine
The Rain's Constant Pour Blackens The Concrete Pavement Into A Dull Gray
It Dances As It Recoils Off The Ground...I Refuse The Umbrella You Hand To Me
As Rain Isn't Troublesome, It's Just Misunderstood...Sorta Like You And I...
I See The Rain As A Gift Go This Ugly, Yet Beautiful World We Live In...
And We Should Be Grateful If Anything That We Have Such A Wonderful Thing
Gracing Us With Its Presence...
So I Walk In The Rain With The Warm Embrace Of Its Light Touch On My Skin
Like The Feather Of A Bird...Or An Infant's Soft Cheek...
The Rain Is Nothing But A Watery Sunshine...
Copyright © Malcolm Morehead | Year Posted 2009
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