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Want To Rain From The Clouds…

I can feel the rain coming down,
From the clouds making wet whole town.
It touches me and makes me wet too.
It touches the flower so they can bloom.
I want to fly to the mountains height,
To peep into the dark mighty clouds.
To see that they are full of rain,
I want to fall down and I am sure will feel no pain.
To shower with love your dry soul within you,
To make sure for you to see,
That you also love someone too…



© 2012 Pimmi Nag