Rain Sometimes love isn't fire, Sometimes it's the drizzle The dew, the mist. Sometimes it's the soft things, A cool wind, a drift. Sometimes it's passion built up inside, Causing a hurricane, But no, not a fire. Sometimes there's lightening that strikes now and then, We all know the rainbow is at the end. No, not a fire, not a raging flame But a gentle storm, With this, there is rain.
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