Rain

A Poem

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Time tried to stop
on one cold night in June,
a gentle hello comes,
from my friend, the moon.

It accompanies me, as the rain,
is for sure to come soon.
Unwelcoming arms to be tamed,
whole heartedly, my friend remains.

The night is young,
but the rain begins to drizzle,
stormy wind plows the silence
and begins to whistle.

Dancing with grace,
never felt more secure,
as each drop is a caress,
and there to reassure.

As dawn nears,
its begins to stop,
the moon waves goodbye,
as all the rain have finally drop.

There the moons sets,
as the sun begins show,
flowers bloom and flourish,
as it washes of the sorrow.