The leaves have fallen,
The sky is gloom.
With the rain coming,
I wish I reached home soon.
The sky has lost its colour,
The clouds are making thunder.
The birds fly away,
As Heaven drops its wonder.
raindrops dripping down my window,
Like they're on their own race.
Reminded of The smell of the rain,
With every drop fallin' on my face.
There's a weird kind of comfort in this weather,
That hypnotizes you to drink tea.
Each drop that falls from above,
Is a blessing to the greenery.
If only you could see,
How pretty the world looks in the rain.
You would for once believe
That there's no fear or pain.
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