I don't see Rain nearly as often as I'd like to. She tells me that although the river stays,
the water is always different. I miss her often, in the flow of our lives.
Even though the heat of a cloudless sky warms me. When I hear the rumble of her
coming beyond the horizon, my heartbeat doubles.
Somehow she always knows when I'm sad.
I run barefoot over the grass to meet her and when lightning kisses me,
there is no pain, she whispers that she loves me.
Rain tells me that the sunshine's always perfect above the clouds.
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