Rain on the terrace

Shafts of silver

fall

It’s cold on the terrace outside

But it’s beautiful to watch

as

The mystical monsoons cry

 

It’s always a wonder

to behold

And feel the strength of the wind

The kisses of the moistened air

Blowing against our skin

in the dark and cold

Again, to behold:

The glorious beauty of the weather

and too:

The magic that will always exist

when we are together

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