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Today, it stormed and I wrote a few poems. Here is one.

Imperfect

I hear
the rain
pounding
down.

I feel
the rain
on my
skin.

I smell
the rain
on the
grass.

Beauty.
The rain
is so
nice.

It's cold,
and wet.
I'll be
sick.

My head's
pounding
from the
chill.

I can't
see through
my soaked
bangs.

But yet,
the rain
is just
nice.

The thunder
booms in
my ear
drums.

I shake,
my heart
races...
shock.

I see
lightning
in the
sky.

I worry
for him
though I
can't.

The rain
hurt him,
close to
me.

But I
love it.
I love
rain.

Even
the pain
it brings
me.

I love
my tears
in the
rain.

Wish it
weren't, but,
I love
pain.