I've never liked rain.
The only memory I had paired with it before brought pain.
But not anymore.
Now I would love for rain to pour.
It reminds me of my favorite day.
When the sky was dark and gray.
The rain is no longer my enemy.
It brings back the best memory.
This day will never again occur.
While this is not what I prefer,
I have the rain to take me back
To the day we were on track.
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Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
