The sky gathers heavy dark clouds,
followed by lightening an' thunderstorm,
The cool breeze air
Realeases a sweet scent of aroma.
The widow sat on the threshold,
Seems like her await for the shower
And then the delicate drops fell
Drip, Drip and Drip.
She smells the wet soil and
She gushes and rushes to the courtyard,
to feel the raindrops
Gliding along her soft skin,
Now she can reminisce her past.
The sweet moments with him
flashed before her eyes
As she sensed his presence
Tears leaked from her eyes
which blends with the rain.
She gently lifts up her hands
like she wants to hug the sky
Yeah, she's grateful to the rain
To refresh the sweet moments
She had with him...
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