Rain...
One of my favorite things.
It has no limit, It pours when it pours and stop without hesitation.
People shield themselves from it. They regect every drop, every splash;
they don't like the stinging cold sensation it brings.
But I do...
Let the rain fall upon my skin,
slowly it crawls and tickle me.
I can not resist the rain.
Bruised, wet and sick atleast the rain is accompanying me tonight;
I still feel alive.
Strip me all the way--- What would you find? I'm still the same.
I tricked and tripped so many times so I'll be fine.
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