I like walking in rain
Not because it's just amazing
Because it feels like
Someone else is also there for me
To listen and share my tears

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It was that time it was raining.,
The rain droplets filled the place and even my face...
Which hided the ups and downs of the road and even the tears drops of the soul....

It was that time it was raining.,
The rain drops made the beautiful hearts to cherish it....
And so the hurt and dirt was cleansed with the colors of rainbow....

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Rainbow

The silly rain left a rainbow on the misty sky..
Sometimes what we leave behind;
Is a vibrant colourful trail..
That paints our memory pages bright and washes away the pale...

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Rain, on the parched lips of a lover's kiss.
Rain, on the misty eyes of a hungry street urchin.
Rain, on the unspoken words of disowned parents.
Rain, on the tired arms of a young mother mourning her child.
Rain, on the empty nest when the young ones have flown away.
Rain, on the farmer's dry soil as he begs to feed his own.
Rain, on the bleeding heart of the girl who lost her love.
Rain, Love, pour yourself infinite, and wash away these sorrows,
Let there be just you oh Love.
Let there be just Love!

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Life is like a rainbow
You need both
The sun and rain
To make its colour appear,
If everybody wants only
happiness, without pain
Then, one cannot
See a rainbow
Without a little bit of rain.

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As the rain cleanses the dirt,Let those tears cleanse away the dirt which has
piled up your heart.

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Whenever I'am in his arms
All our time
Pours out like a cloud burst

Whenever I'am away from him
All my Seconds
Are like rain in a dry desert

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Rain falls like God's own poetry; each drop is a single letter of a song that makes me sing.
It has always been music, always called to me in ways I cannot explain.
When the patter of the drops tumbles from grey skies the melody brings serenity no matter the chaos in my life. That's the ultimate beauty of Rain.💦🌧💧

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"She felt in love again
straight into his arms
dancing in the rain again
falling to his charms"

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A cup of coffee
Novel in hand
1990’s romantic numbers
Smell of wet soil
Paper boats
Mouth-watering chickpea cutlets
Raincoat & colourful umbrellas
Dew dropped leaves
Freshness of air
Rain and it’s beauty

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