The rain is misunderstood.
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It comes under dark sky and thunder,
battering softly at the world,
wanting to be heard.
Follows you everywhere.
Nobody stops to break it's fall,
to hold it and let it run down their face.
Nobody wants to come and play.
Cold, grey, empty streets where rain lives.
They drink water,
they bath in water,
they play their childish games with it;
but everybody runs when rain comes out to play.
"The sun's out! Let's go! Hey!"
Thankyou Mr Weather Man,
no rain today!
PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK, I'M NEW AT THIS.
first draft with your heart, second with your head.