This tinted sky,
I wonder...
Could it be the source of the rain
Or could there have been a war up there?
Is this some tears of a great person
Or just some kind of blessings?
When it rains
Just to watch the rain as it drops effortlessly
I cast my gaze
And then I begin to recite my favorite phrase.
I never mind the continual drops on my face
Because to me, it is a moment of grace
So right now
I ask for grace
As I knot my lace
To run this race
And also to double my pace
That I may never know disgrace
Let this rain drop more & more
That I may be grateful forever more.
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