To someone very dear,
You are Rain, I believe.
Full of vigor,
you make me live.
Serenity you carry,
transcends your flesh and touches the souls around.
You quench the thirst
of company
of symphony.
A company that fulfills,
A symphony that pulsates
And one comes over and over to you..
After all these lonely nights and dry days...
Oh, Rain....
When will you come again...
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