PrecipitationA Poem by gabiaimeeRain has nothing on you.
The relief of rain is nothing
compared to the joy of each time I see you. My lips need yours more than a drought needs a snowstorm, but the snow comes much more often than you. I'd rather be stuck in the desert with you than with snow, even if the winter is more predictable. © 2015 gabiaimeeFeatured Review
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