Like The Rain

Like The Rain short poem

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I wish I was rain, so when I fall to the earth,
I will be appreciated by the plants and the dirt,
I would help give life to those that need me,
hold up, everybody would need me for I would be a necessity,
I would help put out fires, quench somebody’s thirst,
cool you down when you’re hot, play my part when you’re hurt,
I would be something you need for the rest of your life,
falling during the day, falling at night,
if the rain was a woman it would be my wife……

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Nadeem Qazilbash

What humble desires, to be someone so giving, helpful, joyous. Touching words in praise of rain.


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