Day 49: Rainy Day

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Above the sky you won't see a star,
The moon that can't be found,
A rain dropping in the roof,
Giving trickling sound.

Here I am besides my table,
A paper and pen in a hand,
Thinking of when will the sun will raise,
When the moon and star will start to appear above.

It's been a days of darkness,
There's no room for light,
The strong wind blowing giving me chills,
Makes me embrace myself by my tiny arms.

I miss the sunlight touching my skin,
That sun shines above,
Star twinkling with the moon besides,
When will be the rainy day to be stop?

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