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Rain
You can smell the wetness in the air,
A warning from above, telling you it’s time to prepare.
Then the sky ripples and fades into a haunting gray
A sign that Mother Nature is in dismay.
The sky bubbles and starts to overflow,
Just as the wind whips in and begins to blow.
First it’s just the simple drips falling from the sky,
But soon enough the shower’s here, not letting a moment pass it by.
White lightning flashes and illuminates the gloomy air,
Making young children and watchers shudder in despair.
The world seems to tremble and almost tear in two,
So caught in confusion and uncertainty, that it doesn’t know what to do.
Trees are flustered, flowers cringe,
Doors moan and threaten to snap off their hinge.
But in the midst of it all,
One creature comes out, looking small.
Her locks of golden hair have been ruined by this vicious gale,
Giving the impression that she’s oh so weak and frail.
She turns her head up to face the ferocity of this raging thing above,
Her face not showing an emotion of panic, something more like love.
Her eyes close and hands rise to embrace the fury that nature cannot suppress,
Calmness and tranquility replace the once growing feeling of distress.
The wind dies down while clouds fade white,
The sun peaks through the storm, still shining bright.
Awestruck people join her under remains of the roaring rain,
Letting it wash over themselves, erasing all feelings of hate and pain.

Description
Rain
You can smell the wetness in the air,
A warning from above, telling you it’s time to prepare.
Then the sky ripples and fades into a haunting gray
A sign that Mother Nature is in dismay.
The sky bubbles and starts to overflow,
Just as the wind whips in and begins to blow.
First it’s just the simple drips falling from the sky,
But soon enough the shower’s here, not letting a moment pass it by.
White lightning flashes and illuminates the gloomy air,
Making young children and watchers shudder in despair.
The world seems to tremble and almost tear in two,
So caught in confusion and uncertainty, that it doesn’t know what to do.
Trees are flustered, flowers cringe,
Doors moan and threaten to snap off their hinge.
But in the midst of it all,
One creature comes out, looking small.
Her locks of golden hair have been ruined by this vicious gale,
Giving the impression that she’s oh so weak and frail.
She turns her head up to face the ferocity of this raging thing above,
Her face not showing an emotion of panic, something more like love.
Her eyes close and hands rise to embrace the fury that nature cannot suppress,
Calmness and tranquility replace the once growing feeling of distress.
The wind dies down while clouds fade white,
The sun peaks through the storm, still shining bright.
Awestruck people join her under remains of the roaring rain,
Letting it wash over themselves, erasing all feelings of hate and pain.