The springtime rain...
with it's sweet, fragrant smell...
it's dewy mist...on me repels...
I am like the rain...for when I cry...
tear droplets stream....down my saddened eyes...
I'm like the rain....with sullen gray skies...
my cloudy mood...wears no disguise...
I'm like the rain...with firey rage....
my emotions spring forth....as though lightening's uncaged....
I'm like the rain...
on gentle nights...
that kisses the dry earth and bids others good-night...
Although not often...I'm like the rain...
that ceases in Peaceful....quiet refrain...
Adam's smile would be the rainbow...that could brighten the sky
and bring forth bright tomorrows as our new dreams arise....
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