As the rain fell I stop and look at a Rose. Took my jacket off and open my arms to feel the rain. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth to taste the rain. I let it soak me. The rain tasted like a wine or a cool mountain water. It felt like an old friend hugging me and I smiled. The wind wiping my hair. The rain is lovely. Drip drop drip drop. Just listen to the water and wind as they argue about nothing and everything all at once. Listen when they are quite and when they are in love.
The rain falls and I run outside just to feel and tastes the rain once again and just listening to rain and its alone. But I talk to the rain and he or she talks back and I smile.
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PoetryThis is kind my fist time writing one of these I hope you like it. There will be well thought out ones, short ones, funny ones, ones that make you think, sad ones, and whatever comes to my mind enjoy.
