I remember, once ago,
The story that I'll show.
It started out a bright sunny day
Which is nice, so many say.
But then, the clouds rolled in...
The sunny rays became thin...
And the rain came in torrents.
To most, the drops were abhorrent.
But I found myself delighted,
And never the least bit slighted
By the perfect dancing rain
From which, I couldn't refrain.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
