The
wiping rain
In
the middle of the morning
The
rolling thunder hit the note
Rattling
sound on the roof
Occasionally
cars passing through
The
night owls returning after night calls
For
these drivers everyday affairs
Sleeping
late wake up in the sun
The
middle morning rain
The
whining in the drizzling night
No
lovers or champions to comfort
It
is just the falling out of saints
The
dogs and cats hide away
No
business to grumble in the night
But
the wiping rain keep falling
In
the night of quietness
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