I listen to the rain,
When the night is clear,
And there are no clouds,
Covering the moon,
I seem to seek out the sound,
The music, writing, and attitude,
What will become of me,
If I continue,
I'm really not unhappy,
I just need to feel the cold,
Hear what the earth has to say,
When it is crying,
Darkness in my image,
But smiles on my face,
I guess you can be happy ,
Living with the rain.
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