When it rains, I feel like I can finally be myself.
When the cold wet rain drops fall on my skin, I feel as if it's telling me that it's okay to feel the way I'm feeling.
When that cold breeze blows the rain, I hear whispering in my ear, tell me all about it's secrets.
And in return, I stand out in the cold wet night, as the rain falls on my face, I share my secrets to.
Knowing that it will take them with it.........
once they finally stop falling.
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Poems
شِعرit's a list of different poems the I spend time to think up and make them myself. So if you happen to like any of them please feel free to ask if you can use any of them. And I will gladly net you use them, but only if you ask me. And if you have a...
