Staring at the Rain

You stare at the rain,
Do you see things I cannot?
You smile in your pain,
Except you fool me not.

Your hair flows with the wind,
You, however, standstill.
I could teach you to dance,
Give me a chance, if you will.

The rains shall cease,
The clouds will stray,
Oh, What will thou do?
When the distractions fade away?

You stare at the Rain,
Do you see things I cannot?
You smile in your pain,
Except you fool me not.

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