then the rains came.
every time i run,
i do it better.
without you,
i have no fury.
water's just a thing
God keeps in the streets.
it makes me hungry.
i don't know
when it will end:
but i came prepared.
and so,
when love hits,
(like a lightning bolt)
i'll be able to
hold you
upright in my arms,
and tell you:
this is what i've been
waiting for.
this is why
my face
is soaking wet...
it was a storm.
a storm of love.
for you...
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