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Aug 2012
Cold, pure, clean
This is how rain feels
It falls in a rhythm
Playing its symphony for the world
And then it’s over

Rain has no cares
No problems
It is blemish free
And falls with the wind

I want to be like the rain someday
Falling free and pure
Finally, I will be
Perfect
Rhea Berry
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