author: a.o

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I never stopped to think about

why I like the rain so much

until I stood in it one n i g h t

and couldn't tell apart the rain

from my t e a r s or the booming sound of thunder

from my breaking heart because

i too am a storm and all i want

is for people to admire

how i can

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up the night sky

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