I love it when it rains
I open the windows and it smells wet
The rain drops, seat on my skin and I feel fresh.
The sky is dark red, it wants to cry, and we would have a night of rain
Nothing may change but me,
And what would follow after ….? ? ?
It would follow after that
I'm sure
So
I try to make it
I try to treat it
And
everything would become the way I want
After that
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