There's something 'bout the rain,
the falling drops of coldness,
a freshness and some clearing,
but yet it comes with sadness.
Where's the line in such a moment,
which separates the mood swings
between the joy and desperation,
as dark clouds bring the winds.
Just close your eyes and hear it,
let the sound of water banging
on the window glass with rhythm
and your mind will stay there hanging...
Within the deepest secret thoughts.
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