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The silient rain falling, speaking.
The silient rain talking to me, to you.
The speaking rain is only seen, like a pretty picture.

The pretty picture, always so still.
The falling rain, always on the go.
The fallen rain, just something to see.
The only sound to hear can be the rain, and my shallow breathing.

Let the rain be heard, let it be seen.
Let us rejoice in the unspoken words I have just heard.
Let the falling rain cover the tracks.
Let it speak to all of us.

Rain falls,
Rain will always fall.
Rain leaves,
Rain will come back.

Hope the rain can let us all see.
Hope the rain will help us be,
Hope the rain can be heard from you.

The falling, silient, speaking rain is sadly, unheard...
The falling rain...it's siliently speaking.
The falling rain...is the clouds crying.
The silient rain...is falling.
The silient rain is trying to speak.
The speaking rain is trying...so hard to be heard.
The speaking rain is....is still alone and unheard....

The rain is speaking, being silient, falling as it wishes, wishing for you to listen.
Although we all know you never will,
But the rain wants you to listen...