It is raining, walking along the road allowing drops to flow down my face, as your tears of when you wept knowing that I should go away from you. It is raining, but I do not mind the wet, because every drop for me is a caress from you wordless, flowing on the cheeks to give me relief and pleasure. It is raining, I open the umbrella to protect we both from the storm of the life.
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