Rain

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Rain is cold, sometimes bold.

Yet I never miss the rain when it decides to show its love.

The drops fall exactly where my tears begin. The warmth leaves my face, not because the tears are gone, but because the rain carries them away.

The tears never stop until they are satisfied. The rain doesn’t ask them to. It only hides them from the eyes of others.

It kisses my head, my hands, and my face, letting me cry until there is nothing left to cry.

Then it leaves.

And I wait for the day the rain decides to show me its love again.