in the rain
we are standing
eye into the eye
in the middle
of the road
you are keeping
the umbrella
above my head
and well is
by the ruff
not a single
one dropp
isn't falling
and it is warm
when you are
wrapping me
in the eyesight
and nicely it is
when you are
demonstrating
teeth in the smile
I am ready to leave
from under
the umbrella
and to run on puddle
but we are standing
this way
eye into the eye
in the middle
of the road
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