Raindrops falling, falling, falling,
Pitter, Patter, the world is soaked
Everyone feels it, these raindrops, pelting into their soul.
They try to hide, pulling hoods over tight,
Umbrellas, covering, protecting them, from this adventure that is rain.
Some wear their hats, their coats, anything to hide,
but Why?
Then someone comes out from that big grey umbrealla.
The clouds begin to fade away,
with this one, special, friend
The rain starts falling onto your being, not hard and pelting,
but soft and sweet
Thunder booms,
Lightning flashes
The two become one, meeting midair
A rainbow is born, colors aflare
Pure, Breathtaking, the two have become one.
Pitter, Patter, the world is soaked
Everyone feels it, these raindrops, pelting into their soul.
They try to hide, pulling hoods over tight,
Umbrellas, covering, protecting them, from this adventure that is rain.
Some wear their hats, their coats, anything to hide,
but Why?
Then someone comes out from that big grey umbrealla.
The clouds begin to fade away,
with this one, special, friend
The rain starts falling onto your being, not hard and pelting,
but soft and sweet
Thunder booms,
Lightning flashes
The two become one, meeting midair
A rainbow is born, colors aflare
Pure, Breathtaking, the two have become one.




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