I love rain, and I am a peacock.

The possibility of rain intrigues me.

a happy shower that might come.

Raindrops pelting against the roof can be heard.

I want it to conceal my tears as well.

Because I see it attempting to do so.

I adore rain and am a peacock.

I exaggerate how happy I am.

I think I will pass away.

As it touches me, I touch the rain.

Fearing that others will witness my suffering,

The lies have made me cry.

I adore rain and am a peacock.

To be clear, I’m not

Perfect Nobody, I assert

My ideal world would embrace my imperfections.

I make efforts to be charitable and joyful.

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