February 27, 2009
Rain splatters on my window with a never-ending beat.
Its tap, tap, tapping is not at all discreet.
The drops rolling down my window are like a dog's drool.
Everything they touch becomes very, very cool.
Its looks as though someone is crying, filling everything with gloom.
Yet this liquid somehow makes all the flowers grow and bloom.
Its scent is so refreshing like a summers' afternoon.
Rain is a symbol of happiness like the ever-glowing moon.

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