Outside the window, on the street,
Rain drops fell, taking away all the heat.
I loved the rain,
It finaly came!
Long time, no see of rain,
The hotness was overtaking us in its chain.
Now flowers won't die,
And the TV people won't lie.
It seems that happiness, is what the rain had brought,
But soon the trafic came, the freeway is a parking lot.
And only now people think what's better:
Rain or sun, it does not seems to matter.
It looks like nothing's right, and won't be,
But it's not like that for me.
Be happy for all the things you got,
And think what's good about that parking lot.
The Rain
© Copyright: Шуба Настя, 2005
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