And as i dry the tears of pain,
I realise - there is no gain
So I went through the death of brain,
And all i did - was strive in vain.
And as I stumble through the rain
The rain of peace and not of drain
The water washes off my strain
Though i still wander if I'm the bane
But in the calm and quiet rain
Some peace of mind i shall attain.
Heavy Rain
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