Unpredictable but anticipated,
Neither the warmth of the sun,
Nor the chilled rainy dew drops alone,
Could ever feel as amazing as,
where both ends meet.
Some people fear summer rain,
Hiding under umbrellas and ponchos,
But I stood in the summer rain,
Completely vulnerable.
And I knew you were the one,
because you stood there with me,
and we held hands,
all through the summer rain.
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