Walking back from the lecture hall.
Chattering about the old woman gone senile.
The rain starts to fall on them.
The dry parched land is happy and so are its people.
He takes her hand and they dance.
Its unbridled, pure and complete happiness.
Let it Rain!
Chattering about the old woman gone senile.
The rain starts to fall on them.
The dry parched land is happy and so are its people.
He takes her hand and they dance.
Its unbridled, pure and complete happiness.
Let it Rain!
some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
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