I am addicted to rain

It is my best antidepressant
those gloomy, cloudy days are my closest friends...
I am fortunate, in my town rain almost daily happens
when sun comes out, my joy ends...

It is best medicine for suffering and pain
nothing makes me more smile, like gray sky
everything so green, fresh after long-awaited rain
when there is no sunshine, time really flies...

I can't live a day without rain
if I had to buy it, I'd be so broke...
It surely does, cure my pain
if you could wrap it in cigarettes, I would smoke...

Yevelina Rakhuba

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