Poem

 Rain, rain, why do they always tell you,
Go away?
 Rain, rain, come back another day,
Don't you know I want to play?

 Rain, rain, your touch like laughter.
Rain, rain, run helter skelter.
 Don't you see me running now,
Wishing you would come back down.

 Rain, rain, you sooth my fears.
Rain, rain, like I have no fears.
 Rain, rain, I wish you well,
Rain, rain, you lift my spell.

 Rain, rain, like sweetened honey,
Rain, rain, you are so funny!
 Rain, rain, you move like the ocean,
Never stopping, never ceasing.

 Rain, rain, with you, I feel like I am breathing.

Rain©Mae Fort

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