I was, as usually, drifting along
Soaked in my thoughts for so long
When, all of a sudden,
I heard the thaw of the rain song
That rhythm of the precipitation came along
To the chaos of my thoughts in the oblong
That, the world says often goes wrong
But the synthesis made it to be strong
Fluid metamorphic beads, the drops spilling over daylong
Soaking the flesh in their folksong
Taking my soul along
To the known unseen path where I belong
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