The Rain
In the garden, drops fall one by one...
On my head, sliding on the small of my face...
Like a dewdrop on a leaf.
On my shoulders, caressing my skin so softly...
Like a cloud's breath.
On my feet, curling up my stubby little toes in cold...
Like a smooth winter kiss upon a sleeping rose.
Round and round I ran with the rain
In the garden...
Round and round as the rain raged...
Round and round as the wind blew...
Round and round as I grew...
Into a world I never knew,
Where the rain hits and beats me up...
I ran and run against the rain...
Now all wet and gleaming,
I stand here all knowing,
I have become the rain.
...of my poetry
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