Let this be a lesson
A prime example, if you will
Of how there’s always something worth waiting for
Past the cloud cover.
Pardon me if it gets too hokey
But there’s something about it.
Some say it’s a sign of the power
Of a shared love
But who am I to know for sure.
All I know is the soft patter of rain
And the warm glow of the setting sun
And the way it touches me.
I let it fall over me.
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