A hot summer noon, with another day of encounters with hassles, I was getting back home. I was worn out. I wanted a sleep. I hardly had a nap…. But then, it started to Rain.
Quiet, gentle rain, That called me back from sleep, To soothe a heart too numb to weep. My loneliness was too deep and real, It throbbed within me, And I knew my arms were empty without you. But as I listened to the sound of soft rain falling on the ground, I heard your voice, tender and clear, Call my name.
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