Monday, January 31, 2011


Rain drowns me ... it makes me wet... and transforms my room into a fishbowl, my dreams into drops... and my kisses into waves ... taken by time.
Rain bathes me ... and cleans me from top to bottom, when I have the feet on the head and the head on the feet ... it punishes me ... and now it aims to return as a storm.

Rain is just rain ... it doesn't kill, it wets ... she is desired by the earth, and hated by the fire ... but it's no more than water.
Rain makes you stay at home and retains you in bed ... and when you look at her,she encourages you to hug her... she is with you ...

I guess, rain is just water ... but I love

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