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A rather poorly written poem about springtime rain. So call me a girl... |
| April Showers Dancing, The rain dances around us, Covering your face, Sticking to your body, Becoming a part of you Born of itself. I see it with envy, A green, pallid depression That convinces my heart That I can never touch you So completely, And will forever strive to Be so close as the rain Clinging to your beauty. |