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it softly kisses my cheek...as it falls from the sky...its cold...or warm...its wet and peaceful...its smell can't compair to anything you've ever smelled before...it can bring peace to the most of moments when needed...or sadness that some wish for the day to be bright and prosperus...it can be deceiving...by bringing clumps of suger...or masses of mud...it has two faces...in which so shall thy lovers that come forth...they can fall from eighter the sky...or from my eyes...in which we all give it the name...RAIN...