It rained last night.
Not that fast, am-pouring-all-over-you type,
But then slow, random and drop by drop,
I put my hand out through the window, and caught just a drop.
It tasted of the air above, the earth below, the salt of the seas and the warmth of the sun.
And I thought of you, ma.
Not that fast, am-pouring-all-over-you type,
But then slow, random and drop by drop,
I put my hand out through the window, and caught just a drop.
It tasted of the air above, the earth below, the salt of the seas and the warmth of the sun.
And I thought of you, ma.
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