Dark clouds, soft winds
Pale face, moist eyes
Flashbacks of everything
You just heard, saw and said.
As the first drop of rain
Falls on the thirsty soil
It also condenses your pain.
As the barriers of your eyelashes
Let go and the first tear drop
Falls on your sunken cheeks.
Look, how much the clouds
Love you, they’re crying with you.
You sit on the bench and get wet;
This is so cinematic, you’d hate it
If you ever get to see it.
Everyone runs about in chaos
To find a shade to be dry,
But you and your lover just sit and cry

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