Ever since then she's
been inlove in the rain
It might be all started
from the moment that
she ambled her hand
upon the pouring rainOftentimes, she preferred
walking down the street
holding nothing; as she
has no intention to bring
any sort of protection
For her, it such a solaceThe sensation of how it
damp across to her clothe
carries the agony in doze
Drew her back in the lane;
the only thing she felt was
hostility towards the rainShe abhors getting soaked
and the concept of being
under the cloudburst
She holds nothing but
just the weight being hurt
Nothing could be worse thanfalling inlove in vain
Juliet
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