Stranger In Moscow
Such a heavy rain
Where is my mom and dad am
scared
As I woke I locked my windows
Never having in mind of such
rain
Cold feet and hands with shocks
and gloves, with phones
chatting friends on the couch
The skies are heavy but we
never felt any weight on, tho
the wind can blow you away if
he decides
So much can a blunt do, cuz
you always think deep. As the
cool sweet breeze caress your
mind
No sounds, no noise is heard,
only the familiar rhythm of the
rain.
As the lighting and thunders
introduce there presence
unannounced
On your own authority
restrained by the rain, a natural
rule that you don’t stay outside
the rain, except the stranger in
moscow.
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