rainy
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On a monday
When the rain decides to sing my name
and the sun rides away
I'll be waiting for you again
Craving a simple glance
Thirsting for the slightest Hello or Goodbye
I stand waiting
Ah the rains
oh the rains
ho little did it rain
fulfilling pains
filling plains
bringing joy
plenty of joy
making sands
get its fill
making plants
become bliss
Today will be a reading kind of day.
I bought a brand new book, Catch 22.
It’s classic, clever and the cover’s blue.
What else will I do on a day so grey?
