Music Of The Rain

Making music,
Calling out my name
As they go tip-tap-top on windowpane

I reach out,
My hands catch the drops
My soul rejoices and heart sings a song

From inside the room
Yet another music fills my heart
As you call out my name
I turn around ... smile
And get back in your arms

The raindrops still play the music
Tip-tap-top … tip-tap-top ... tip-tap-top
But this time they are not calling out my name
They are witnessing our love
And singing our love song,
Finally shying away from the windowpane

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