Falling Down, pooling up,
Out of the sky, into my cup.
What is this wet that comes from above,
That some call disaster, and others find love.
The harder it falls, the less it is nice,
The colder it falls the harder the ice.
The rain has an art that I may not get,
So I stand still here and get soaking wet.
each drop of rain bring sadness out of me,
the art of each drop of rain do clear soul...
I feel so complete when I’m in the rain,
I feel no sorrow I feel no pain,
It may give me a cold but I don’t care,
There’s a calming sensation from grass to air,
The feeling of love I don’t have, I will gain,
Because my heart falls open as I stand in the rain.
Art of rain.............
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