I hear the sound of thunder,
rumbling in the distance.
I think about the rain
pounding on my window.
Oh how I wish I could be the rain..you can be the rain. showeering your love on everyone with your kindness and making them wet with affection. that is what is called love rain... try with it you may enjoy by giving rather than receiving it.....10
read mine.... dark clouds..rain delay....rain has come... merrci o rain, god..
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I hear the sound of thunder, rumbling in the distance. I think about the rain pounding on my window. Oh how I wish I could be the rain..you can be the rain. showeering your love on everyone with your kindness and making them wet with affection. that is what is called love rain... try with it you may enjoy by giving rather than receiving it.....10 read mine.... dark clouds..rain delay....rain has come... merrci o rain, god..