Walk in the Rain

I watch the sun sink behind the trees

With thoughts of you carried on a breeze

I think about the touch of your check

I think about the first time we meet

 

I watch the rain shatter on a curb

And trickle softly down to the earth

I Think about the touch of your lips

I think about the first time we kiss

 

And I wonder where you are right now

I wonder where you are right now

 

The wind sends shivers down my spine

Bringing memories of a different time

I think about the touch of your check

I think about the first time we kiss

 

 

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