Perhaps it is the pitter patter
Of rain on the roof
Making splashes on the patio
That only yesterday
Was baking in the sun.
Or the heat of the yellow rays
Caressing my dark brown skin
With stories I know so well
Like a long lost friend.
I am like the rain and the sun
I have my sunny spells
And days when rain is welcome.
December 2011
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