alone in the night
with nothing but rain
perhaps it should be sad
but I know you're out there
walking home by yourself
and you don't look down
at your soaking wet clothes
some day maybe you'll show me
your rain dance
the magical way you make
the night come alive
and cause the heavens
to weep at your infinite beauty
and I could weep too
in the night when it rains
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