Rainy days are my favorite
The wind is blowing on my skin
And the rain is pouring
Following the rhythm of my tears
Music is flowing from within me
All these symphonies
Are making my sorrows
Bloom into pure hope
Allowing me to finally breathe
And be free from intoxicating
I am no longer suffocating
And no longer dying
I am catching my breath
And finally running
Towards my dream destination
Pretty, crazy how storms can heal my pain
The thunder illuminates my soul
While the rain allows me
To cry in pure relaxation
As the songs take me away
And tell me it's okay to be sad
That its okay to be upset
And cry for the world being unfair
That it's okay to hurt
Because I am human too
And I can have feelings
Thanks to the thunderstorms
I can walk in peace
And be one with the sky
Thank you beautiful rain
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