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May 2002 Poetry I miss the rain,
not cold Autumn rain,
but warm summer rain.
The kind of rain,
that showered down on us,
as we danced,
holding each other close.
The kind of rain,
we walked in,
without an umbrella.
This is summer rain,
and all I have,
are memories.
~*~ Jill ~*~
This is rather coincidental but I have a poem with the same title and it has a really similar topic . this was good . You sure have a lot of poems on here.. but yeah check out mine if you want. Thanks! Jess