Figuring you out
In the formation of scattered clouds;
Catching you
In the wandering breeze that passes by
Though wind casts dark clouds;
Over the horizon,
Still, I see your contour
Behind the rays of crimson sky
Under every dropp of tasteless rain
I savor every sweetness it brings
Every sound of its lonely drop,
I hear your cheerful voice whispering.
Under the deafening thunder
And raging storms,
The melody of the pouring rain, playing
Our love, surviving.
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