Rain

Oh! The scent of this damp,
How could it not tempt to romance.

She prefers a black umbrella
Under it are, we holding hands.

Smiles at lightning
Clinches if thunder
Tapping on water
Doesn’t her sole hurt, i mumbled

I asked her hand
Do you dance? ,  she wondered!
Nope, but i know all other things
Seized her, only if you remember.

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