Rainy Days

Wind blowing hard
the streets all wet
how sunny it was
when we first met.

Clouds looks gray
and I look blue
Missing the days
when I had you.

Rain falling hard
it’s cold out here
The sky is falling
you’re nowhere near.

Maybe tomorow
the storm will end
End all my sorrows
in your arms again.




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