Rain

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Rain

It falls fast,

Torrential and heavy.

It soaks us to the bone

And freezes us, ice cold.

Rain is thin,

Almost invisible.

But it glints in the sun

To create a rainbow.

However hard the

Rain beats down,

Remember, the sun still shines

And its light is split into a conundrum of colours.

So let the rain pour,

And let it soak you,

Because it cleanses you

And brightens your soul.

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