Rain is a condition you come to love or hate.
Sometimes a sprinkle, sometimes more,
but never failing to remind you of a more powerful force.
It continues to gather until it is so powerful that it must fall.
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very good writing, I like it, thanks. please read my poems and say something.
I guess the best we can do is to look for the rainbow after the storm. Ever the optimist, I look at rain as a necessity for the fields of flowers to flourish...May PEACE be your umbrella. By the way...it just started to rain here. Your write is lovely.