Rain on Me
Fat drops, land on my face,
Cold kiss, sharp kiss,
Startling, refreshing
I shiver;
Minutes pass,
I’m soaking wet.
Still, the drops fall,
Unrelenting.
I want it to stop,
Wish it would stop,
But the rain turns gentle,
the cold wetness comforting,
that pattering;
Drops dancing on each and every surface,
Like music.
I don’t want it to end.
I want the rain on me,
for a little while longer.
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