In the Rain (a poem)

Pitter patter
splish splash
Rain above me,
drip on me,
water all around.

Feel the blood of life fall
The cologne of air
is here and everywhere.

An excuse to hide at home.
A reason for soup,
a justification for hot chocolate.

Home feels cozier.
Inside feels warmer.
Winter feels like Winter.

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