Near by the end
The thick clouds cover the sky
And the wind settles down
There’s no sounds or people passing by
All alone in my place
Waiting for the end
I’m tired from the mess the world has
And I wish to step my land
My head bursts
I’m losing my senses all over again
So I search for my zen state
And I wait for summer rain
It’s cold and smells like soil
It washes my tears and fears
Extinguishes my cigar
Makes me forget all troubles
Needing for happiness
Needing for a friend
It’s how it makes me feel
The summer rain
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