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One day, I felt it start to rain inside despite clear skies. A constant noise, A chill a child cannot understand. It made me fear monsters at night, And ruined the dusty picture books. And it never stopped pouring. A rainstorm in childhood, A hurricane in adulthood, And a lifetime of begging the rain to run dry.
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Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
Childhood Rain
One day, I felt it start to rain inside despite clear skies. A constant noise, A chill a child cannot understand. It made me fear monsters at night, And ruined the dusty picture books. And it never stopped pouring. A rainstorm in childhood, A hurricane in adulthood, And a lifetime of begging the rain to run dry.
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Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
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