A few fresh drops is celebration
A little downpour is wait
A bud beneath the porch is life
And a flower bloomed is survival
Never will the slog of the day , outshine , the ecstasy of the rain .
I guess some stains are only removed by universal tears .
I will drown , if you promise you will save me . I , like a two year old , still abide by my promises :)
The dashboard says I've turned 150 ! I'll beat every turtle on this planet ;) :P
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