Each little raindrop could be you, pressed against my window,
Trying to get in, just as I was trying to get out.
Each little raindrop is a little falling window,
A different perspective to the way we could see the world.
Each little raindrop could be the sky’s tears,
Of laughter or sadness.
Each little raindrop could be a the aftermath
Of a water fight between the clouds.
Each little raindrop is anything but a raindrop
When you are sat alone on a Sunday afternoon.
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
Reigning
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