The rain is pounding
I never really liked rain
I pull up the hood of my sweat shirt
Holding the hands of those on either side of me
I begin to sing with the others
Eventually I reached the door frame
I stepped outside
The cool rain felt good
I let my hood down The rain engulfed me
Nothing felt better
I felt alive
I never really liked rain
I pull up the hood of my sweat shirt
Holding the hands of those on either side of me
I begin to sing with the others
Eventually I reached the door frame
I stepped outside
The cool rain felt good
I let my hood down The rain engulfed me
Nothing felt better
I felt alive
Odette
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