"OH RAIN!
Why do all my efforts go in vain?
OH RAIN!
Why do I have to feel so much pain?
OH RAIN!
Why at last there is still no gain?
OH RAIN!
Why do I have no friends, again?
OH RAIN!
Why do not you show me a lane?
OH RAIN!
With you I share all my pain.
OH RAIN!
I feel so good when you came.
OH RAIN!
Are you going to leave again?
OH RAIN!
Goodbye! May you come again."
written by: Eiman Asif
(Multan, Pakistan)
*Rain is so calm and sweet that you can tell it all your secrets and sadness and it won't even betray you instead would make your day a bit better. Rain is not like people who leave you alone or betray you or make you even more depress or sad.
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good one
I feel it ! Thank you for expressing Yourself !