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a serenade to the rain


rain, is it hard to be you?
to be longed for when you're not there
to be despised at when you're actually there

rain, is it hard to be you?
to sometimes be accused of flood
often even blamed for blood

rain, is it hard to be you?
does it hurt to fall from such heights?
or does it feel good to be back home?

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