Saturday, 2 June 2012


Rain is a four letter word

Whenever it rains, I feel so free
Free as a bird, rain is my lifeWashing away my troubles
Quenching my sun baked soul

While others rush for cover
I stroll among the empty streets
The rain dancing upon my lips

Looking up at the gray clouds
I open my mouth to catch the rain
Laughing at the silliness of it

Whenever I am sad
The rain hides my tears,
And soothes me with
The fresh clean air

The soft pitter-patter on my window
Lulls me to sleep as it sings its lullaby

I let out a sigh
As I wave goodbye
To the departing clouds
The sun shining through

Until next time rain
For now I bid thee

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