It's late at night, I don't really want to write, Don't feel that bright, instead rather uptight, But on the other hand, the rain outside is so fracking nice, it just may turn the tide Got a lot on my mind, but I suppose it's okay weird thoughts, they don't stay, they'll go away I'll get the clarity that I seek, in the meantime it's okay if I feel meek or like a freak Back to the rain: what a glorious thing! Rejoice as we all collectively sing in appreciation, "Come rain, we love you!" Bring down the rain for a month or two The rain cleans my mind like it does the street Washing away the memory of heat And focusing my thoughts on calm and cool flow I begin to mellow and my thoughts slow Mental nourishment, gift from nature A wonderful interruption that God made sure to grant us, for those of us open, Hey, it beats sitting around mopin' No need for that, I got rain to love Simple beauty come down from above! It has no needs or concerns at all It merely does what it does best: Fall! And I do what I do best: witness! And take a few moments to think through and print this! It's nice to be alive, it's nice to be on Earth While outside the rainy heavens give birth
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Sweet poem, love the connection between rain and the author’s mood changing from worry to wonder, I cannot help but love, living here in Northern California, and wish, wish, wish would come again soon.