November Rain
November drizzle falling on my face, your gentle smooth humidity nearly touch my hair.
November rain, you are much harder but good to have you, even when you make me feel sad.
November rain you came to stay for touching the dark face of my emptiness.
Empty streets, no children playing in the garden, lights are on early, watching for the lights to be off soon for dinner.
Bed is ready to dream about the next month, when the squirrels sleep and we will be up surrounded by lights.
November rain, I'm glad to receive you every year,
with your tears and my tears, we will make enough rain to keep the harvest safe.
November rain, we just buy un umbrella to let you come down and dance for the next year to come again.
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