Rains

She opened her umbrella and stepped outside

In the gloomy morning,

As she heard the rains patter on her umbrella

She looked up at the sky

To the drizzles fall on her face

Opened her arms to think of the people she loved

And gazed at the path walked through woods to grandparents

Oh! How she’d run out to watch the first June fall on her every born day

That memory of loud thunderstorms which hastened them cousins

Down the hills to get home

When in love, mizzles on the wet ground had gotten her body round to dance

Watching the rain drops pour down off the roof would be a bliss for the lady

And to the times she’d look at the busy streets, wiping, through the misty window

Them rains are showers of hope

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