Thursday, May 9, 2013

Beauty of Rain

 You know the mild is diminishing all too soon
You're just two umbrellas one delayed afternoon
You don't know the next factor you will say
This is your preferred type of day
It has no surfaces, the attractiveness of the rain
is how it drops, how it drops, how it falls


And there's nothing incorrect, but there is something more
And sometimes you wonder what you really like her for
She says you've known her inner fears
Cause she is proven you a box of stained-glass tears
It can't be all, the fact about the rain

is how it drops, how it drops, how it falls
But when she provided you more to find

You let her think she would missing her mind
and that's all on you
Feeling hopeless if she requested for help
or terrified you'd have to modify yourself

And you can't refuse this space will keep you warm
You can look out of your screen at the storm
But you observe the cellphone and wish it rings
You'll take her any way she performs,
or how she calling, the attractiveness of the rain
is how it drops, how it drops, how it falls
How it drops, how it drops, how it falls.. (Dar William)


























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