Rain Storm
Clouds are moving
It looks like a Storm
As the sun continues
It's raging shine light
I run for shelter
Not wanting to be wet
I'm almost to cover
Here it comes
I'm wet and I'm soaked
Yet the rain seem so warm
To my dismay
The rain of the storm
Is the embrace of you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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