Let there be rain, the one that blooms
Countless trees, and flowers within
Let there be thunder, not the one that scares
But the one that beats the drums of joy
Let there be lightning, like a countless moons
And the mirth of beholding someone greater that self
I look forward to rains, the green and wet earth
To bask in the dry sun, beneath flowing clouds
Countless trees, and flowers within
Let there be thunder, not the one that scares
But the one that beats the drums of joy
Let there be lightning, like a countless moons
And the mirth of beholding someone greater that self
I look forward to rains, the green and wet earth
To bask in the dry sun, beneath flowing clouds
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