The pouring rain,
It's beauty seen,
In nimbuses grey,
Stormy yet serene.
The pouring rain,
It's music heard,
In pattering raindrops,
Whilst kittens purred.
The pouring rain,
It's magic felt,
In hopeful reveries,
Where longings dwelt.
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The Adventures We Never Had
PoetryLadies, gentleman and others, I coyly present to you my collection of poignant poems that sometimes fail to be even that. These poems will be unlike any other poems you've had the pleasure of reading, but then again, that can be said of every other...
