Rain, rain, never go away.

I love the rain.

Its rather enthralling;

Like poetry.


When you listen to what it’s saying,

You can hear

Every single droplet,

Every syllable

In the work.

And then it stops.


But that’s just the end of one stanza.

There’s always more.


The rain’s indiscriminate.

It falls on everything;


It cheers me up,

When it needs to,

And sympathises with me when I need it.


The rain’s one of my oldest and dearest friends;

I’ve only its praises to sing.


Don’t be sad,

My friends;

For the rain heard you wanted it,

So it will come back for you.


It’s worried about your welfare,

And it wants to put your mind at ease.


“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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