Ameljor

The Rain

At the window I sit idly by,
Rest my gaze up to the sky.
I see the dark clouds roll on high,
Wondering if the rain come nigh,
And should I leave my dwelling place,    
The rain shall wet my clothes and face.
I’ll wear my rubber boots just in case,
There could be puddles to your embrace.



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