My daughter wrote this recently. She went outside in the rain with the last bout of warm weather and loved it - she wrote this shortly thereafter:


"The Rain"

The rain, the rain,

It washes away our worries, pain, anger, sorrow,

The wind, the wind,

It blows away all that has been washed off by the rain,

For those who keep their worries, pain, anger, sorrow,

They have never felt the rain.

 

 

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