Her tears fell in rhythm with the rain
Pitter patter, Pitter patter on the window sill.
The clouds thundered their displeasure
And flashed their moods for the world to see…
She wiped away hers quietly. She wasn’t as bold.
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The Grateful Dead 
To use a WP cliche, I can relate to that.
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I like cliches…so long as its in agreement with me 🙂
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And I like your answers 🙂
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Works for me 🙂
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