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English weather remembered fondly as...rain |
But it is English rain that has become an old and dear friend.
My heart and my cloak cupboard have made room for its many forms...
We often walk along the street together playing out our relationship.
Sometimes it shouts at me with a down pour;
Sometimes it drizzles with excitement however short lived.
Every now and then it mists with frustration as it cannot see the way through.
More often than not it gently pats me on the head as if to say all will be well;
As it sprinkles itself across the horizon...
As it sprinkles itself across the horizon...
Yes it is my long enduring relationship with English rain I love the best...
I love your personification of the rain and how you have friended it. There's an upside to everything. We just have to find it, no?
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