It's raining in the street in spite of all predictions.
This rain in January, if I were in your life.
So Well, you still don't understand my wishes
and cannot comprehend secret of mine.
I look like rain in January - impatient, random, not in season.
These drops like tears wash rebellious soul.
And leave irrelevant spring's footprints on the windows .
And as the rain in January, I'll break usual routine.
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