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In most minds,
rain is an annoyance.
It stays all four seasons
and never stops.

Grey clouds cover us
in a snug blanket,
a very wet, cozy home.

Although rain drowns
your garden,and floods the streets,
it's peaceful andsmells of home.

The smell of fresh rain,
is one like none other,
I wouldn't sell it
for a year of sunshine.

I sometimes sit in the rain,
with a big smile, eyes closed.

Even after soaking through
my clothes,
I cannot regret
the rain on my face,

My joy,

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