Cold grey day, in the end of May,
Clouds and rain hold heat at bay,
I think I like it better that way.
Cold wet mist, drops fall on my fist,
Lovely rain, the desert's kissed
Riding through puddles leads to bliss.
Cold is sound, dripping on the ground,
A music to soul surround,
Peace before work, and worries are found
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