I love the rain.
I love to trace it with my fingers as it trickles down my window pane.
I love the smell of smoke piping from chimney tops.
I love the feel of wet rain drops.
I love the smell of wet concrete
the crunch of leaves beneath my feet.
I love hot cocoa on a cold day.
I love the skies all soft and gray.
Who says gray can't be happy too?
It cheers me up when I'm feeling blue.
California is too sunny.
I know that sounds funny,
but honey,
I just want out.
I love to trace it with my fingers as it trickles down my window pane.
I love the smell of smoke piping from chimney tops.
I love the feel of wet rain drops.
I love the smell of wet concrete
the crunch of leaves beneath my feet.
I love hot cocoa on a cold day.
I love the skies all soft and gray.
Who says gray can't be happy too?
It cheers me up when I'm feeling blue.
California is too sunny.
I know that sounds funny,
but honey,
I just want out.



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