Monsoon Ballad - 1 : Muddy Blues!!!!!

Rain came splashin' down,
And outside my window i hear it pour,
Droplets dash against the window sill,
Descending down the floor!

The smell of the earth,
So wet and muddy
Fills my senses up!
Rising from the ground
And all over around,
I watch it gallop!!

My clothes are soggy wet,
And so are my shoes!
But the heart's dry as ever,
I hate these moody blues!

If rain is like music
And life is a song
Then i wish it rained
All life long!!!!

Ill sing my blues
All through the night,
Till the morning comes
With the first ray of light!!

And then in the daylight
When the sun shines,
I'll remember your promise -
I'm yours and you're mine!!!

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That's why I'm MisSintErrPriTi'd!!!!!!

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