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Warm Rain
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March 2003 Poetry Falling, falling,
down, down, down.
Warm rain,
against my skin.
Down my face,
slowly, falling.
Landing upon my lips.
The taste of salt,
lingers.
The sun shines outside,
but inside,
there’s a storm.
Crying tears,
of warm rain.
~*~ Jill ~*~
