rain.

Rain.

I like the rain.

I like the smell of rain.

I like the slight mist across my face when it lands on the ground.

But I don't like getting wet.

I want it to stop raining. 

I want to be dry.

Why is it still raining? 

I'm under the awning. 

Why is it still raining? 

I did what I supposed to.

That's not fair.

 

- Jack Stauber

This poem is about: 
Our world

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