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Ally Aug 2019
My face drenched
My hair soaked
Our bodies cling

The sound of thunder
Rain gloriously cleansing our past
Our kiss
Our dance
Our rain
Our love

A memory of our first glance
Our first embrace
Our first kiss

This is our rain
Our dance
Our love
Hope
Trust

Complete at last
Gone with the past

— The End —