Oh where will we go when the rain takes its shape In a parad..
Added 2022-01-12 23:03:53 +0000 UTCOh where will we go when the rain takes its shape
In a parade of a thousand beating blades
To take shelter under the warmth of a quilted blanket
Until that too is soaked through
Imagining in that moment a refuge in the sun
Letting the rays soak upon my skin, but this is not the season
This is the season for the trees, oh they are so green
A season to fill the bowls for the fish, and the cups in which we drink
A season for dancing in the rain, discarding all layers, becoming one with earth again
And get togethers under shelter, sharing stories of the summer
The season of hot pots of steaming soup, the mud brought in from our shoes
And it puts you to sleep, the sound of rain beating against the roof
Beaming past the moody skies, putting off an incandescent glimmer
Past the quaint old town, there's hope beyond
And where there's rain there's life
How grateful I am to be alive
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