Its rainy profusely out,
As sweet memories of you flourish,
As it pound above me, on the roof top and hit
Against the windowpane,
Like a sweet melodious chime and hearing the
Thunder and lightning,
As I remember meeting him on a night of
Spectacular fireworks.
I say to my myself, be still my pounding heart,
He will be arriving soon.
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