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Pathway of Love: Reminiscence
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Juster Another Story of Love
The gentle touch of rain,
Melodic in its own way,
Always believed to be a bother,
Mandated as part of life.
Now that it’s gone,
I realize its part,
And longer it goes,
The harsher the world.
Days of rain,
Felt as if it were,
Pouring to tear down
My roof.
Now I look to the sky,
And I beg
And I plead
Return to me?
Storm clouds are rolling,
And thunder bellows,
My heart races,
I’m waiting.
This simple pleasure,
This essential piece
Of life
Missed now.
I reach out
My arms are open,
And the rain pours out,
Refreshing,
Wondrous,
I’ll never tell you
To leave, again.
