Walking in the Rain
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Poem by: Doveheart
On a fine evening to a hectic day.
I Heard a bunch of gloomy people say.
"I love walking in rain, so one one sees me cry."
It happened to rain the next mornig,
So I decided to give it a try!
I folded my umbrella, Back to the bag.
What if I get sick, a moment of nag.
Then through the sad memoir a mental dash.
Remember what "they" said?
And a thoughtless splash!!
The shower of nature I did embrace.
Stood in open, Clouds roaring at my face.
Then a drop of drizzle did kiss.
Where comes the point of not seeing my cry?
The touch of nature was a pure bliss!
I do carry an umbrella but only for laptaop.
I am always running late yet laze and stop.
You might call me crazy or silly but sane,
It's got nothing to hide tears,
I love to smile and walk in Rain!
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A brilliant spin on raindrop to hide the tear drops.
Happy or sad, sometimes there's nothing quite like walking in the rain. Nice piece of poetry, Doveheart.
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Thanks buddy... Though I actually did and caught cold.. But who cares? Just as you said, There's nothing quite like walking in the RAIN...
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