The rain
The rain is like silk
It flits across windows
And dances on my skin
Washing away the sins of the day
Cleansing the world
And breaking the binding chains
Of hatred that tie us down
The rain kissed me
And I laugh at this gift
That the clouds have given
Just to me
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