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What about the Rain?
I can feel it the air, as the wind rushes past.
It’s the feeling of something good and refreshing happening.
Like eating vanilla birthday cake with sherbet ice cream.
The wind comes fleeting by again,
Bringing the smell of freshly cut green grass and pink roses too.
It is coming….
It’s a sensation of happiness and excitement all mixed into one.
Like holding a brand new baby for the first time,
Worried, but knowing everything will turn out.
The wind again,
This time, it brings the smell…
It’s the smell I’ve been waiting for.
It’s my favorite smell…
Even better than Grandma’s peach pie and apple crisp.
How? It just is.
I can feel it now…the drops.
Drop, drop by drop
They slither down my arms and face.
The rain makes everything better.
Not only does it wash the earth clean,
I believe it brings luck…good luck.
It’s one of those things you just know.
Like knowing the sun will come up in the morning,
Or knowing daddy will return home at the end of the day.
So many good things have happened in the rain,
For if it wasn’t for rain, we wouldn’t have rainbows…
Without rainbows, what would come after the rain?
I believe rain can bring signs,
Signs of good, but sometimes bad…
Either way, I love the rain.
I stand in the rain,
Waiting for my sign to appear.
I can see it now; it’s in the distance.
I can hear music playing.
As I make my way forward, I feel myself fall…
But this time, I’m catched; hopefully, for the last time.