Missing the Storm
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4-23-97
I like to listen to the rain,
Wish I was a child again.
Empty stare beyond the window,
Not a worry, wish it were still.
Made me jump, the lightning dashing,
Count the seconds ‘till thunder crashing.
The rain still comes and gives a show,
But it’s not eh same you know.
I wish I could rejuvenate,
Regain the way I would contemplate.
Wish you had your childhood still?
The just look beyond your window sill!
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