November rain, a gentle caress,
Whispering secrets through nature's dress,
It falls from the sky, a soft embrace,
Setting hearts aflutter with its grace.
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A symphony of droplets, rhythmic and light,
Melting worries, bringing peace in the night,
It taps on rooftops, serenading the soul,
Invoking emotions, making us whole.
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Each drop carries stories of love and pain,
Dancing on windows, again,
It washes away sorrows, cleansing the past,
Igniting hope and memories that last.
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November rain, so melancholic yet wise,
Awakening emotions that last,
It stirs the heartstrings, weaving a song,
A bittersweet melody where feelings belong.
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Embrace its beauty, let it move your soul,
This November rain that makes you whole,
For in its touch lies a world unseen,
Where emotions flourish, vibrant and serene.
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© 2023 Amy Christie
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