She loved playing in the rain
She loved getting drenched in the rain
Even though she knew it would make her sick
Flu and cough
didn't stop her from loving the rain
It fed her obsession she had
Was it bad?
It was bad
The obsession he had
Didn't stop him from loving her more
Tears and heartbreak
were his daily routine
Even though he knew before that it would happen
But still
He loved getting drenched in her smile
He LOVED loving her
Just as she LOVED the thought of drenching in the rain
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This carries the foreboding thought that drenching himself in her smile would have the same result as the rain instant joy followed by illness. Subtle and well written
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