The first time we met,
The rain and music just made a duet.
The first time you held my hand,
And the rain was busy making my heartland.
The first time when you came so close,
The rain just gave me a sweet Love dose.
The first time we had a fight,
The rain got this time somewhat light.
But why this time rain didn’t show it’s art,
What is it the time to just go apart?
It’s a long period now…
It rained again this time,
But this time the drops didn’t shine,
Was everything still fine?

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