A/N: A poem in Sunstorm's POV about Earth's rain. I got inspired when I looked out the window in class.
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Golden Rain
The sun is out,
Yet it rains.
Sitting here,
Watching the golden drops fall.
A beautiful sight,
Yet held in contempt.
Precious drops,
So different from home.
Despised greatly,
Yet never fails to nourish life.
So alien and yet not,
Better still than the dead world.
A/N: Basically Sunstorm likes and is fascinated by the rain, but it's hated among the Decepticons because it reminds them of the Cybertron's acid rain.
Hopefully that cleared things up.
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