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rain

Big fat splashes of rain
fall on my face,
like someone’s gone mad
with a watering can.
I breathe in the thick warm air
and breathe out again.
If I don’t wake in the morning,
at least I’ve been here,
done this,
known the sensation of rain.
No-one can ever take that away.

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