Another point where I disagree,
With pain and what it makes of me.
The beauty of rain as it falls from the sky,
Leaves me cold and wet for a long time.
When it hits spikes a deep fear,
For reasons not innately clearly.
Like most of my life it's complicated
Love to rain, just love be-lated.
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