Thinking of You

Gorgeous drops of morning dew

Always make me think of you.

When the thunder drums

When the rain comes

Across the glass—pitter-patter.

I miss you more with each splatter.

What can I do?

Nothing. No, nothing will make me stop thinking of you.

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