spitter spatter
the blanketed dark, cold skies
... my favorite weather
the soul stirring moments of vanity emo
the heart calming moments or, such as so
droplets dripping at the window pane
the world standing still, calmed by the rain
it knows my name...
and when i cry, we're the same
it washes away weary souls, i'm told
... it knows when i'm cold
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