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Watching from my window pane as Another morning waits. Lines of water trace their way down these Walls so far away from everything I Used to know. Oh. And I listen close each day. To what these storms might say. The rain speaks a language I'm learning to Understand. Each drop holds a message, it falls on foreign Land. Streets transform to quiet streams, While locals move with practiced ease. I stand still and let it pour, Feel less lost than days before, As patterns paint the afternoon. La-da-da-di, la-da-da. And I listen close each Night. Till meaning comes in sight. The rain speaks a language I'm learning To understand. Each drop holds a message, it falls on Foreign land. In this space between the silence and sound, Where loneliness and peace can be found. I'm beginning to see What this place means to me. Now I wake before the sun, watch the Water as it runs. Dancing droplets on my skin, teaching me To breathe again, in rhythm with this Monsoon song. Oh. The rain speaks a language I'm learning To understand. Each drop holds a message that falls on Foreign land. Oh, learning to understand. Oh, to understand.