The rain is repulsive to me.
The muddy puddles I once dipped my feet in,
Now seem vile and filthy.
The touch of weighty raindrops,
Now leaves nothing but prickliness.
Gone are the days of singing in the rain,
All I want now is to run away into shade,
Where not a trace of rain can be found.
Gone are the days when the coolness of the rain,
Brought comfort to my burning body,
All I want now is the chilling cold to go away,
And warmth to be reborn in my soul.
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