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Nov 2013
I woke up with the rain falling
I fell asleep with the rain still falling.

I grew older, the rain kept falling
I moved on, the rain was falling.

It wasn’t until the very end
That I realized the rain had been my dearest friend.
J
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J  Chicago, IL
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