i am letting rain pouring
on my hand and drips down
so my eyes is being soak
i look up to have a sip
but most run through me
i shake my hair; it twirls
my bare feet on water flow
so cool i wouldn't let go
love to hear gurgling sound
gently massaging my bare sole
i am with mother nature, great
rain come down on me, am alone
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