Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
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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
It always smells good after the rain. It's raining hard now.
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.
Romantics often confuse action with intent
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
Rain does that to people
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Fulton street station, warm rain falling through the grates
Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
The rain wasn't always kind
And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
dissected love
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
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