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I sit and watch the rain pour down

and marvel at it’s constant sound,

it causes my mind to relax

and ups my consequence to the max.

Though it pours so constantly

it never seems to bother me,

because i know it’s nurturing

not just my mind but everything.

The sound of thunder and a lighting strike

are strangely things i seem to like,

they feel as family as the rain

even though different as joy and pain.

I respect and love these falling drops

and i could care less if it ever stops

because it’s an important event to me

the rain it seems to set me free.