If Rain Could Speak: a short poem

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Only if the world knew, rain comes just for the flowers.

Some days I don’t want to. Honestly, God makes me do it. I never knew water could both harm and help. I am only here for you. I thought you loved when it stormed. Just as babies love to thirst for the warm milk that flow from their mother’s breast. Some days I don’t want to. Honestly, God makes me do it. Why do…