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Michigan Rain.

Rain in Michigan is unlike any other

Yesterday, I had a conversation; Michigan was the best state out of all.

rain here falls lightly on the fresh green grass.

Soft sounds of the rain fall deliberately plopping against a clear glass window; waking up is glorious.

Michigan's lakes and rivers litter the state.

Rushing fresh cool Forrest blue water through thick Woods or beside back dirt roads.

Michigan smells clean and pure.

Drifting pungently consuming passengers to roll car windows all the way down and take a heavy breath, in.

Michigan rain lights even dreary days

As a partner or an old friend saying hello Pouring memories refreshing the earth.

Michigan was brought up in a conversation I had while going to a wedding,

Michigan was brought up when wecomed home after being absent for a year.

Michigan has brought me up

As I have watched it grow

Rainy or clear.

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May 27, 2013
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