Rain

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People run and hide

I thrust my head to the sky

They shelter themselves

I only want to come out

People retract their hands

I know you’re only a lamb

Even when your wild like a bore

I couldn’t love you anymore

They scatter

They are afraid

They don’t want your touch

And for you to fade

I only am drawn nearer

You take my breath away

I reach for you, my rain

And live for the aroma you make.

Cleanse me with your essence, so pure

You’re the most exhilarating downpour

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