Slow Dance In the Rain
There's just something about the way the street looks
After it rains.
It makes me think of you,
How you were soaked by the rain,
Your white shirt drenched and revealing.
I admit to blushing,
Then I open my eyes.
Nothing can explain this dream that
Suddenly came true.
As we stand in the rain,
Running around like little kids.
The thunder rolls and catches you ( Read more... )
After it rains.
It makes me think of you,
How you were soaked by the rain,
Your white shirt drenched and revealing.
I admit to blushing,
Then I open my eyes.
Nothing can explain this dream that
Suddenly came true.
As we stand in the rain,
Running around like little kids.
The thunder rolls and catches you ( Read more... )
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