It began to rain. One drop after the other, slowly at first, and then in a rush. Each drop was illuminated by the little orange light in front. Each drop glowed orange before more fell. It looked like little dancing specks of orange. It was dark all around, except for the little orange light and the dancing specks.
It was beautiful.
We were the only ones outside getting drenched but we sat there and watched the rain dancing.
What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
I don't wanna fall in love
1 comment:
nyc !! :)
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