If Rain Could Talk
Who would listen, if rain could speak
People are so quick to leave
Nobody ever bothers to inquire, seek
More about its passions, grief
If rain could tell us stories, say
Who would ever write them down?
When it told about its glory days
Would you still look out the window, frown?
We crave touch, we crave the shivers
But not the trickle down our spine
I seek what rain always delivers
Work far too hard to make you mine
If rain could talk, then would it whisper
Would it yell or groan of pain?
Would it envy her or wish her
To enjoy her hard work’s gain?
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