We're getting wet dodging raindrops.
We're almost crashing avoiding potholes.
A few wrong turns will get us right where we want to be.
Last chance to lose your keys.
It's great how water is transparant yet blinding.
Sing your favorite rainy day songs into a closed umbrella.
Then spell out my future using the lines on my hand.
Are you in my palm?
I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head...
Folding napkins into smiles.
Take cover. Shelter from the rain.
Lay back and relax.
Butterflies and tired eyes.
Not even hell could be hotter...
Whispering eyes - goodnight.
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