When it's raining ..

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. . You come when the rain comes The rain of flower, the rain of lotus The rain of love, of moon, of purity The rain of poem, of dew, of clover You are coming when the rain comes From the plain of night to the garden of awakening From the scent of love, and the perfect peace Together with the clouds, the water and the sky The grief escapes, the heartache burns The night melts away, the shadow dies To let the scent of your song dance To let the poem of your rain be Since the thirsty moments of wake Till the rainy days with you The grief kills us and you see The heart takes us and you know