Millions of water strings
Playing for a high pitch
Rain at its best
Thunderous outside.
When at the window, my nose
Pressed at the against side
I watch the raindrops drop, a drop
Silent and calm
On the window pane
Crawls over my nose, my lips
And misses my kiss.
Go dear, go
Go to your sisters
Mingle with your kin
But, promise a comeback
Into my glass
To quench my lips thirst
Or when I need you the most
A drop at my last!
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