An attempt, still incomplete. I dont know what exactly I was thinking about when I wrote this, so perhaps its best left uncompleted, as of now.
Falling rains on my window sill
Its cold; but not yet a chill
And there I am
Waiting for it to happen
Cause, I can hear lightning strike
Somewhere far away
Where the chill has set
So baby, baby lets get wet
Perhaps its time
To open the gates
And let in,
squeeze in,
flood in
All those feelings pent up
Stored, thrown away
[Falling rains..not yet a chill.] x 2
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