The rain is so delicious
on the skin
like thousands of little kisses
and not permanent like the sun's.
They make me smile and sigh and remember
like liquid left over snowflakes from December,
and I'm sad again when they're gone.
I was born in the rain you see,
and it's always been a part of me,
cold or warm or even hard,
I don't mind and always smile
because babies are born in bliss,
and my bliss
is in the Rain.
Professor Seraph Community Member 
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