There’s nothing like the rain in February
It’s calming, like a mother’s calling
Reminds me of home, far in the distance
Etched in mind, longing in silence
There’s nothing like the rain in February
It’s persistent, like a father’s argument
Never ceasing, sometimes almost inspiring
Unyielding and never stops pouring
There’s nothing like the rain in February
It’s cold, like my sister’s hold
A remembrance told so poignant
Beautiful and sweet yet nonexistent.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
There’s nothing like the rain in February
It’s calming, like a mother’s calling
Reminds me of home, far in the distance
Etched in mind, longing in silence
There’s nothing like the rain in February
It’s persistent, like a father’s argument
Never ceasing, sometimes almost inspiring
Unyielding and never stops pouring
There’s nothing like the rain in February
It’s cold, like my sister’s hold
A remembrance told so poignant
Beautiful and sweet yet nonexistent.
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