Friday, January 7, 2011

I've Always Loved the Rain

The air was thick on a hot July night;
the cool raindrops fell from the sky,
making small puddles on my sticky bare skin.
I imagined them to be tears since I couldn’t muster any of my own.
I still love the rain.
You may have ruined me, but you didn’t ruin that.

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