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Point number four
You told me it wasn't
going to storm
as thunder protested
over your voice
we stood where
I first realized
the meaning behind the
word love
and you told me
that it would not rain
while I watched the
spots of water
raise their hands in presence
on the concrete
you held my hands
and told me
we would be happy
while our tears
blended with the rain
on the ground
and you whispered that
you loved me
while every bone
in my body knew
you were right
