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Oct 2017
As I feel the warmth of the rain
gently kissing my face,
why do I think of you?
As I become weather washed
in scents of lavender and lilac
from the soft storm breeze,
why do I feel your presence?
As I listen to the soothing rhythm
of rainfall upon the rooftop,
why does my heart beat for you?
I think I will linger here a bit longer
until I am thoroughly soaked
in thoughts of you
Written by
Larry Ross
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