A Walk in the Rain
Finding Solace in the Storm
Raindrops on my face,
As I walk this lonely place.
The pitter-patter of the rain,
A symphony of nature's refrain.
The world is alive with the sound,
Of water hitting the ground.
A cleansing for the soul,
As I make this journey whole.
The sky a shade of gray,
But my heart feels light and gay.
For in this rain I find,
Peace of mind
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