There’s no feeling quite like a cool summer rain.
It comes and it goes, gently erasing pain.
Those huge, sweet raindrops wash the tears from my face.
For a short while, my sad thoughts they replace.
For a time, it is as though I am a child.
Living with reckless abandon. I am wild.
So what if the rain soaks through all my clothing?
Who is there to hear me as I twirl and sing?
For a short time, the rain clears me of sorrow.
I don’t seem to care what happens tomorrow.
The rain brings me joy that my life has forgot.
It is a happiness that cannot be bought.
But just like the storm, the moment is fleeting.
Into myself, I’m already retreating.
I think to myself as the clouds start to wane
There’s no feeling quite like a cool summer rain
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