Rain is something completely pure,
Nourishment it will ensure.
Understands how to sooth and relax,
With unpredictability, it often acts.
Rain is something we shouldn't avoid,
When it's sprinkling, it may be enjoyed.
We may share it with family and friends,
It helps our minds regenerate and cleanse.
Rain is something we should all respect,
When it's angry, we should hide and protect.
It knows how to take but also give,
We must cherish it, as long as we live.

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Be silent in that solitude.
Which is not loneliness-for then.
The spirits of the dead, who stood.
In life before thee, are again.
In death around thee, and their will.
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849).