Non-Erotic PoetryThe rain gameIt rains outside,
all throughout the day,
it brings me memories,
of a yesterday,
some when i was happy,
some when i was glad,
many yesterday's when i was sad.
Why is it that the rain can make your mind play such games?
a game of heartache,
a game of misery,
i do not wish to play the game no more,
so please let the sun rise,
and shine on all.
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