Softly
It sings to me
A melody of love
And
We are strolling again
Hand in hand
Laughing as the gentle rain
Caresses our faces...
We stop
And
Linger
Wearing the rose colored glasses
Of our youth
Truth spilling of our shared love
A melody captured in and of the rain.
Can you hear it?
Umbrella's not needed
This day.
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