Friday, 19 August 2011

Rain



Whenever it rains, I feel so free 
Free as a bird, rain is my life 

Washing 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 
























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