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Happiest When It Rains



I don�t know why really

It�s hard to explain

Why a person

Would enjoy the rain


Who would find that

WIthout the sun

Cloudiness and rain

Could possibly be fun?


But that's the person Who I am


Gazing outside my window

At the dark haze around

Waiting for somthing to happen

Waiting to be found


The clouds start to gather

Darkness in the sky

A crack of thunder

Angels start to cry


Water nourishing

Replenishing the earth

Something truly magical

Mother Nature giving birth


Life is possible

Our world thrives

The tear drops of the world

Help us survive


But just the mysteriousness

Of it all

The atmosphere

Time slows to a crawl


The smell of rainwater

Hangs in the sky

Fog and mist

Linger nearby


Just the water hitting the window

Trickling down the glass

Lightning lights up the sky

The rain is soon to pass


One Mississippi, two Mississippi,

Three Mississippi, four

The wolf is no longer

Howling at my door


Five Mississippi, six Mississippi,

Seven Mississippi, eight

The wind has stopped banging

On my front yard gate


The storm passes

It�s no longer near

I hope you didn�t forget

To catch an angel�s tear


Wet and depressing,

Though it maybe

That�s the way I like it

That�s just me


But it isn�t that gloomy

As it may seem

If you take a closer look

You�ll see what I mean


I do know why now

It�s not that hard to explain

These are the reasons why


I�m happiest when it rains.


Yasmin A. Piracha 8C 2003