There'd be long rainy days where we'd take the car out and we'd have the stereo tuned to lovely old songs and I'd listen to you sing.
I enjoyed how the many droplets would converge to meet at a single point on the windshield; no matter where rain fell on the windows, they'd all end up in the same spot.
And I'm glad they did.
It's okay now.
Okay that there's no more of those days.
I can always wait for it to rain again
And I'll remember how nice it was.
Thank you, I'll always love you.
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