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When It Rained

The rain was pouring hard

And I was tired and not on my guard

You came up to me and smiled

But not the usual smiled you have

It was warm, soft

It pierced my heart

But it was good

And there we stood

Face to face and almost holding hands

Just there, that moment

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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