John McCornack (Yukon, Oklahoma)
Aren’t you coming back..
A rain already here.
Please don`t let me alone with a rain...
Rain... Rain... Rain
A miracle to a drought
A curse when in glut,
Tiny wet crystals falling from above.
The rain, the rain it takes my breath away.
The rain... the rain,
I wish to be kissed in the rain,
Kissing without thinkin' of anything
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