The Rain

Love, falling on me until I pull out an umbrella.

Absurd.

Who needs an umbrella when the rain itself is Love itself?

I want to see the wild dances, the wild dances danced in my dreams.

Let the cities fall silent as they see our love go forth.

Let the cities fall in Love, woe to those who don’t see the sheer absurdity of me.

I am in Love, and nothing can take me out.

I am in Love and a fire burns within me.

Who needs an umbrella?

Light a fire and dance in the rain.

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