I stood in the pouring rain—
Marveled at its beauty,
And I thought of all the times
I cursed it and called it ugly.
I sat in an empty room—
Cursed her and called her ugly,
And I thought of all the times
I marveled at her beauty.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 3:25 PM UTC
I stood in the pouring rain—
Marveled at its beauty,
And I thought of all the times
I cursed it and called it ugly.
I sat in an empty room—
Cursed her and called her ugly,
And I thought of all the times
I marveled at her beauty.
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