it always reminds me of you.
Sometimes it reminds me of your kisses,
when the kisses quenched the thirst of my heart.
Sometimes it reminds me of my tears,
when longing for your kisses for an eternity
became too much to bear.
The rains are you.
And you are my rains.
I just wish I could walk in the rain some more.
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