Finally, pitter patter of raindrops fall melodiously from Jakarta sky… Like a song of hope, heavy showers squelch, squirt, squiggle, drizzle and drip… The rhythm is so delightful in my ears, drumming in perfect harmony, drowning out any pain, sorrow and desperation in me… Sweet, sweet rain…Heal my heart, clean my soul and renew my faith… The rain and me make an awkward company… The surface of every drop of water are these eyes of mine… I love the rain! I love the fact that it wakes me up in an exact shape of destiny… In the night fog, in a forest of grief, it always has a way to grow happy bushes of flowers again… The sound of rain in the four corners that I’ve been writing about… It lifts up the weight of the earth on my chest and brings back the smile to my face… Until I can see where you are, until you amuse me often enough, until we grow old and die, the rain leaves no trace of what has been taken away… Sweet, sweet rain…
Let the rain kiss you and tell you that I miss you… Still pools on the sidewalk and running pools in the gutter, let the rain play a little lullaby on your roof tonight… Gazing at the clouds, so dark up above, yet the rain gives my heart a defense like the sound of the tide… Flooding a hot August night and imprisoning me in dreams again… Making me yawn while daring me to look to the future again … From the beginning to the end, this is the sound of rain that I have saved for you… Sweet, sweet rain…
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