Thursday, August 12, 2010

About You

Rain is on my face
Heavy cloud is hanging above my head
The sky is dark
Cold wind wraps up
But no whistle blows
No rainbow shows
No dancing leaves
No smell of fresh wet earth
Rain can't stop falling
I just stand still
Hoping the sky turns into clear white blue
Hoping to hear the birds sing
The sky is torn in two
Thunder roars like sky monster
I stand still though it may turn uglier
Why it suddenly rains every time I think about you?

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