I wish to capture rain drops with my cupped hands
splash it unto my face
to smell the rain
What pleasant rain
Pure drops turn gold in the sunny raining sky
Washing my head with that miraculous shower gives me power
Power power, shower towel
Cool rain drops from above
contained inside a pure fruit
that needs an ax to break
I need a drink
I need a drink
From a three storey tree
I gave the monkey a name
No more tricks
Full of temptationing fruits
How did the rain gets in?
Where has everybody gone?
Do they play H and S?
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