Rains comin' down,
It soaks these city streets,
While the wind's still blowing,
Whispering through the trees.
My guitar sings me a melody,
A lullaby so to speak,
it brings my soul to rest for a bit,
And my mind a certain peace.
The piano tells me a story,
While I write the words onto the page,
Although I've written it a thousand times,
It never ceases to amaze,
I look outside and see the rain,
Falling gently to the ground,
As I listen closely for the refrain,
How I love these sweet sounds.
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