the ever-evolving story of rain
rain when I was a kid meant
cancelled recess, rainy day projects
a chance to stomp in puddles,
the time to wear your pink raincoat
the older I got, the more I began to fear it
rain meant lightning that could kill,
floods that destroyed homes,
killed people, ruined years of work
then again, I began to see rain as beautiful
how it could wash away tragedies,
make a rainbow at the end of it all
be the calm pitter patter on a windowsill
as you cuddle with the one you love
ive often thought rain is like a person
beautiful, magical, dangerous, destructive
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