Let the rain pour down;
Awaken memoirs of the past.
The grass with its green;
Give life to hope at last.

The cold summer rain;
Has drenched our soul.
Running wild and free;
Having lost control.

So until the last drop;
Till the rain has stopped.
Skip dance and hop;
Till either one has dropped.

 

Photo credits:Β julianawathen.com

“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” –Β Langston Hughes

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