The sort who hides away

I never seek shelter, just wait for the storm	As strangers they could speak, and it lifted the rain	Jazz music is worth sitting in the rain for	Cold, dark, excessive rain, violent drinking, and the exorcism of a few displaced spirits
Hiding in the bushes	Watch out now, that rain is wet	On Neptune, it rains diamonds	I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
It always smells good after the rain. It's raining hard now.	Rain does that to people	Fulton street station, warm rain falling through the grates	When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car	Why some mammals have an aversion to water	The rain wasn't always kind	I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done	Romantics often confuse action with intent	Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky	Very Far Away from Anywhere Else
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies	Come and dance with me in the rain	Rain	games invigilators play

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