It rained,
It rained.
My tiredness seeps away into the cold drain.
I stand myself in the middle of it all,
this humble symphony of awe.
Stretch your hand into the little hope,
And the liquid chill drips into you.
The dancing trees, waves of circles.
Shadow in the light of you.
Flash and low roar.
Comfort, comfort, in your roar. Gentleness.
The melody droning, like a father's bedtime song.
Sweep me away..
Can't feel the light kiss on forehead,
It rained,
It rained.
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