Rain

It was raining here in Spanish Fork Utah and so I wrote this for THE RAIN. :)

Rain, rain, rain.

Rain is the one thing that makes me write.

Rain is the one thing that makes me think of walking all the way to you in this poring moment.

Rain is the one thing that me and this earth couldn't live with out.

If the rain all together stopped coming down I think I cry and then again be happy. But that's just me.

Rain makes me think of the tears that I've shed from all the times of missing you.

Rain is the thing that I want the most.

Rain is one of the reasons I want to move to Oregon. 

Rain is the weather that I want you to kiss me in.

Rain is the weather that I want to die in when I'm old and forgetting things.

Rain is a gift sent from heaven.

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