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Feb 2011
Fast and thick it comes in sheets
Its sound is the same as tiny feet
Dust to mud, calm to thunder
Metal and wood we hide under

Curtains drawn and shutters closed
Most on a rainy day take repose
At my window I stand tall
My greatest joy is watching rain fall

Thick clouds mask the sky's blue smile
Lightening rages, the calm's defiled
Each new drop has its own story
But no one listens, they only worry

In a world so cheap and broken
From the TV's glare we can't be awoken
We think nature has nothing new to bring
Still the rain falls, replenishing everything
Written 6/2/2008
Haley Valentine
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Haley Valentine
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