Pungent earth and dewy grass
Lurid zephyr, voice so crass
You and I, with passion rife,
Amongst birds singing the Mass of Life
Prisms smiling as they land
Upon my cheek, upon my hand.
Each drop a prayer, each prayer a beat
Smooth as the stones beneath our feet.
Hand on my heart, heart on my sleeve
No room for tears, no time to grieve
With you by my side, each day after day
I'm searching for answers in what raindrops say.
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