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REMEMBERING THE RAIN FALLS

As i sit here and watch the rain fall silently from the sky as my mind wonders with the sound as it beats upon the ground, bringing music to my soul filling it with tranquilness of peaceful thoughts to my soul and mind.                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                                          
                                                                                                                                                           But as I watch out my window as children's splash and play and jump within the rain as it falls down from the skies, I slowly start to remember when I was a child running through the raindrops as they fell down washing my face with the pureness of the rain.                                                                                                          
                                                                                                                                                          
                                                                                                                                                           For as I travel through my own images of once when I was young I so too enjoy the rain because of the peace it brought to me just to go outside and play within the rain, for I can remember hearing my granny call me to get out of the rain and come inside and me saying I thought you said the rain was a blessing from up above.                                        
                                                                                                                                                          
                                                                                                                                                           But I can remember seeing a beautiful smile appear upon her face with a gentle sparkle deep within her eyes as I come inside as me and her watch the rain falls from the skies. just me and my granny drinking hot coco and milk just listening to the peaceful sounds of the rain hitting against the window pane creating teardrops upon the glass pane.
Written by Stoney223 (WOLF BAY33)
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REMEMBERING A TIME WHEN I WAS YOUNG WATCHING THE RAIN FALL DOWN WITH THE INNOCENTS OF BEING YOUNG...AMAS SHAMEL
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