When the rain falls outside

I sit by my window and stare

Into the dreary darkness

Without so much of a care

I seem to think a lot these days

About my vast future

It only seems like yesterday

I was not yet so mature

Do I really know what I want

Out of life in the end

All that sounds familiar

Is the rain just like a friend


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