As a child I loved the rain,
Sitting at my favorite spot,
Sipping something warm,
Waiting for my mom,
Imagining how things could be.
15 years has passed,
And the child now grown,
Still loved the rain.
Listening to the sound of water on pavement,
Keeping herself warm,
Thinking when she'd again meet her mom
Imagining how things could have been.
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