Don't you just love rainy days?
When the roads and pavements are all wet, the sky is dark and grey,
Laughing and splashing like little children in the dirty puddles.
As the thunder rumbles, I sit in the front porch, in the rain, ain't doing much.
I sort of like it, suits my cold, dark and dreary life.
My sad heart, not hurting anymore when I suddenly see daddy standing in the rain waiting for me.
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