The rains carry a scent.
A feeling of familiarity and sense of security.
The days so long and arid,
A blink in the drizzle
And the mind skips a beat.
They align themselves on my windowpane,
Stirring ahead and falling behind
Some a little smaller and some a little fatter
Yet all so beautiful.
My eyes twinkle and my lips seal a secret
Like a raindrop travels a mighty way down and ends with a splash
No one knows where it's left it mark but you can smell it in the air
It's there, somewhere, everywhere.
When a thousand miles seem pretty far,
there's rain, it's here and there.
They're our planes, our trains and our cars
When walking seems too far.
They're a clear spot,
A new beginning to every morning
An ending shadow
A monsoon of celebration.
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