Pour
when it rains it pours
and when it pours
and you are caught
without an umbrella
when there is no
shade to hide
no place to go
why not stand still
and let the rain
pour and pour and
well,
tell yourself
the rain tastes good
the rain smells good
the rain feels good
and perhaps, life
will not be that miserable
poem by Antonio Liao
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