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I Hear the Rain

I hear the rain outside
and she is saying something
that is naughty
making a dragon breathe in fire
and blow out beauty
she makes me crazy
like silence in a wild mind.
I hear the rain outside 
accompanied by the blowing wind
and thunder
she makes me crazy
like hell without fire.
I hear the rain outside
and she is screaming
making me crazy
like a man following his dreams.
I hear the rain outside
like a beautiful melody
that plays on mainstream
with punk rock girls wearing plaid
sitting by a river
gazing in nature's eyes
and believing in something else.
I hear the rain outside
my window open
letting something in and something out
breathing in and exhaling the demons.
Opening my thoughts to new things
and living on the edge of something
more than just the rain outside my window.
I hear the rain outside,
and she is beautiful, at least that is what they tell me,
those voices in my head, that say go dance in the rain
with her.
I hear the rain outside
and the drops match the rhythm of my heart.
Outside my windowpane is the rain outside my thoughts of her
and those pretty punk rock sisters
who look at me and smile...

hearthow i feelrainfree verse

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