I look at the drops of rain
Over the windshield
They are so tiny and yet
So many and blend together
To blind the view...
Over the roof of the car
They create something
Similar to music
A soothing sound that calms
The weary soul
And washes the pain
And the sadness away...
If you step out to walk
They will blend with your tears
And nobody will know
That you are crying
And if anyone ask
You just smile and say:
It is raining over me.
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