Rainy Sunday

Do you remember how we met?
Do you remember how shy we were at the first time our eyes met?
Do you remember how we secretly had glance?
Do you remember the way we talked?
Do you remember how we had our first ‘date’?

In the pouring rain
In a pretty small village
In a rainy Sunday
In a warm shelter
In a cold-warm situation
In our own shyness

With the start of “How was your journey?” Conversation
With the little rain came and touched our jacket
With the little rain that made the path even slippery outside

We walked away together
Trying to find some coffeeshops that open
We smelled the rain
As if it was our fragrance
We were happy
As if nobody had our happiness
We had pretty rainy Sunday
Yes, pretty rainy Sunday morning

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