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so we started walking out in the rain

we didn’t talk just walked



sometimes i feel like i owe the rain my love and life

i stand in the cold drops of water and they fall on my lips



i want to fall into the clear blue driblets that is now a giant pool



i close my eyes and feel the raindrops fall

like rose petals fall from the dying flower

the petals keep falling and i just spin in them...



until you bring me back to reality again

and we just keep walking again

you smile at me

and i know what your thinking

she loves the petals

but you dont say a word

you only say it with your eyes



his eyes have the look of the rain in them and i love it