Strange clouds are gathering up in the sky
Rhythmically pulsating as they gently glide by
Pink and fluffy: they stretch for miles
And all who see them beam with big smiles
From these clouds, huge raindrops come
Hitting the ground like the beats on a drum
But if you get wet by this rain from above
You are being reminded
That you are loved
The rain is magic
It can not be seen
Nor felt
Nor smelt
Nor can it clean
It rains on
Through night and day
Cascading its message
In its own special way
If you are celebrating Valentine’s, then Happy Valentine’s Day. If not, then Happy Tuesday!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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