Rain greets me through my window
Wets me on my bed,
Today I feel no warmth of sunshine
But splash of cold on my head.
Night before was suffocating
I could hardly breathe air,
Salt on my eye, salt on my body
It was salt everywhere.
But morning has turned to be sweet
Cold breeze soothes my air,
Taking an umbrella I come down
To find you in your last letter.
I used to name every rainy day
Since each was different from another,
Now they all look the same
Somehow colors are stolen from water.
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