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Jan 2016
Each droplet a pitter patter on my back.
Each breath the more fogged my mind.
Each movement the deeper in I become.
The more intense the rain becomes,
The more I lose hope of staying dry.
Each thought coalescing into another deed.
Each desire wanting nothing more but warmth.
Each of us turning into the puddles that become rain.

I am Rain
Written by
Horace May
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