The Day The Rain Came
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 The rain begins to fall,
 And the old woman next to me remarks
 How she hates the rain,
 And that she hoped the weatherman
 Was wrong.

 I give a polite reply,
 Agreeing and nodding my head,
 As she heads for the bus
 Shelter.

 I stand in the rain
 Thankful
 It finally came.
 It pours down
 Cleansing my thoughts.

 I live for these days.
 When the rain comes.
 I thank the rain
 For it does the crying for me.