I do not like the smell of rain when it touches the earth,
I do however love what it does..
How it slyly makes the sun disappear.

I do not like when the rain wets the ground,
I do however love the sound of it..
Oh how nostalgically it reminds me of the tears I’ve shed.

I do not like the rain when I was young,
As the thunder often comes along,
I do however love the heavenly light,
How it makes its way into my heart.

The rain.. I say the rain is my friend,
What it is I hold dear of,
For how many reasons there are to dislike,
There are many more to adore.