The grey turns the air mellow again
Daylight seems not so yellow again
Filtering sunbeams from the sky
The eager clouds seem to bellow at me again.
The droplets seem chaste again,
I can almost feel their taste again,
Falling on the muddy road,
It seems to taint them with haste again.
I can almost hear the rain again
Its all going down the drain again
Laying low in little puddles,
It seems to stagnate in vain again.
I can almost hear the rain again
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