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And it’s rainy days that are the best.  The ones you can sit under throw blankets and memories with good books and earl grey tea,
A year full of rain was like my year of pain Inclement and full of disdain I felt so forsaken As i look back I see that all my hope had been taken
falling from the sky  in their clear crystal form falling slowly at first then faster in a storm  heading down terrorizing those below  thunder encourages it along  lightning takes it home 
It might be dark, it might be grey, but this might be a mark, for a better day,
Sometimes we need to inhale a stormy day, and let it wash the pain from days of agony away.   Sometimes we as humans need just one day of sorrow and gloom,
Never give up, especially when times are tough and things seem dimmer; Those times build us, mold us from fragile dust, into clouds that shimmer; To something by far more meaningful and far much greater;
APRIL MAY April, oh April
Childish Attention whore Fat Ugly That's what they called me The names that still ring in my ears as clear as the blue ocean that wraps around your toes and covers your feet with momentary protection
Raining in the middle of the street  We dance to a Rhythm
I hear the rain and I remember Counting thunder strikes Dancing barefoot in the gutters and Being forced to come inside. Hiding curled under covers Scared of lights and passing cars
The month of June rain on rain the summers pain Reclaiming the the country's plains
The day after the rainstorm The most peaceful day of all The raindrops still lay upon the grass But the sun has come to greet his admirers   The day after the rainstorm 
They tried to teach poetry as a class in fifth grade, Even the teacher opposed to ‘teaching’ poetry, Poetry is not taught, it is felt in your heart and soul, It is a way of expressing yourself like nothing and no one else,
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