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Let it subside the pain. Let it cover the day, like whispering words to say. The rain pours as I stay behind closed doors. This is what I learn, that the rain will return. Slow rain-with soft sounds that remain.

Fallen feather; am I like a lost feather? Waiting for better weather? Will the angel that left it remember? Does he sit in silence watching me in December? Does he sing songs forever? Will he lose another feather? Never.

Spring brings in the rain, every year it looks the same, with flowers being covered with color and rain…busy bees that hover in wonder.—Summer rain is not the same, the thunder takes your silence away.—The rain falls farther in fall, it finds a place in four seasons to share with all. The rain does remember; it will be forever.—Rain in winter is like an ice splinter, so cold this season, it rains all season for some reason.

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Whatever I write I will put here.