There was a time
when rainy days felt nice
like it was the best thing
that ever happened in life
It was cool and relaxed
troubles do not exist
umbrellas eagerly unfolded
friends are abound
smell of wet grass and mist
and the sun eagerly expected
Now rainy days remind me
of the deluge
even with the rainbow
even with the ark as refuge
Now rainy days steal my hopes
it cleanses not just dirt
but also my will and fire
simply makes my gut hurt
I wish it to go away
to come again another day
but what I really wish
is to see the old rainy days
when life was still OK
I know they will come again, someday
where we can go out and play
and only have beautiful words to say
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