This is another poem about Nico, and his thoughts on the rain, just picture him outside, alone and searching. You'll get what I mean.
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Pit pat, pit pat, the rain drips
Most people hate rain
But why, It washes away
Thoughts, and feelings
The rain drips
Like the thoughts from my mind
But it ends
And sorrow comes back
My head is like a canvas with paint
And when the rain comes, the colors spread and mix
And it leaves my canvas black, and white
But that is good
Because when it is blank,
I do not think the bad thoughts
And I am new, so fresh
Because my mind has been cleared
By the rain
