One part of droplet is the light
It keeps a poor thought inside,
It makes the water just fall down
To fix the mind by loner thrown.
It`s raining hard, all streets are wet,
The city looks like spider`s net
With tens of crystal cold eyes.
It sleeps in silence, piles wise.
All people pass the storefronts
Just going-round road ponds,
Umbrellas taking in the hands,
Enjoying time the weather lends.
They harry up to their love
To stray among of feeling grove,
To visit home with piece of warm,
To shut the face from shame storm.
The rain is a wonder time,
To think about soul`s prime,
To watch the sun inside the heart
And love someone, believing start.
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