Sometimes the rain

Hits you right in the eye.

It hurts, a blinding moment.

It makes your eye start to cry. 

You cannot ignore it,

but once it happens, the moments gone.

It trickles for a moment, 

and then you continue, you move on.

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Other times the rain

Sneaks up on you slowly.

You look down at your jacket,

and it's covered in droplets, not just one lonely.

It takes you a bit longer,

to dry off, to get warm.

But eventually you brush it off, 

You walk out of the storm.

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Sometimes rain is predictable,

so you prepare for the worst.

Other times it's unexpected,

you're not ready for it at first.

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But no matter when it hits you,

Even if it takes some time,

You can always handle the rain,

And I promise, you'll be just fine.