On a morning,
Where it rains, and never shines..
Is when they say the sky cries
upon us, from its endless of
falling tears..
Showering the houses that were
built, and soke the mortals that
rome outside, on this rainy day...
On this rainy day, in this early morning,
Many wonder why it rains.
It blows from left to right.. the wind.
The wind.. from when it comes and goes
from it's powerful force of anger, and
a gently breeze of a sign of calmness..
can tell from where the rain hits..
Let it rain... Let it rain...
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