The rain falls, dronning down
Whispering sweet nothings all around
The ground is soaked, wet
Matching my face
The tears wont let me forget
Patter against the window, I sigh
Alone, lonely, the years pass by
One unbrella under the cloud
My heart cries silently, aloud
Then a form appears out of the mist
Blooming flowers, my lips he kissed
Puddles under our feet
Our hands reach out and meet.
The rain is not so bad, true
Because where there was one umbrella
Now there are two.
~Charlie
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