Because
you loved rains
The
sky of my life is always cloudy
After
the wetness of your kiss
No
rains soaked my soul
Nothing
dowsed me
The
seasons of your love are many
But
there is no spring in there
The
monsoons of your remembrance is long
The
heat of summers is harsh and unkind
Autumns
bears no fruit of your presence
Winters
are lingering, painful
What
season is of your coming?
I
have waited
Too
many seasons
For
that season alone
But
of course
Because
you loved rains
The
sky of my love is always cloudy
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