Her eyes will always rain for you,
Eyelashes silky, long and black,
Her sea-green blues blur up and waver,
Pouring down on this gloomy day,
Winds are cold,
Others huddle close beneath umbrellas.
And she sees you,
Standing from afar,
And you are wet, all alone in the drizzle.
You never came to soothe her,
As she flooded the whole town,
And you never tore her storm down.
Save the rain,
Won't you save her from raining again?
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