I Love the Rain
Rain keeps on knocking on my window,
As if it wants to chat with me,
I wander, if I let it in,
What would it want to say to me.
So I got up and cracked the window,
The rain walked in and so did she,
I could smell her hair, I could hear her thoughts,
I could sense her standing next to me.
I love the rain, I will forever,
When it rains she thinks of me.
Copyright © Big E | Year Posted 2011
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