Every little drop,
Over every single rooftop,
Makes skies look dark and gloomy,
It makes you feel so sad or lonely,
It's cold,
There is nothing that looks like gold,
It always happens when the sun goes away,
It is here again, to tear up a perfectly good day,
Oh, rain, please rain,
Please come back another day,
As much as I understand,
There wouldn't be a chance without you,
And as much as we don't like you,
Or sadness,
Or darkness,
We don't even like pain,
But the fact is,
How could we have a rainbow,
Without a little rain?
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Poems: Life is Life.
PoetryJust little props (poems/songs) I've written to open the eyes. *I don't own any of the media work (art, etc)
