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Let the rain fall down,

I will catch it in my hands

It's drenching me now,

Whispering soft poetry

As it pelts the ground.

My clothes are heavy,

Weighed down by memories

And sad regrets

That settle as sleet,

Washing everything in silver.

I drink the rain

From the cup of my palms,

So sweet, like a kiss...

I'm soaked far past my skin

But still I stand

In the middle of a downpour,

Waiting for the world to drown.