Rain makes music

Rainbows of paint wiped off. Stupid doubts indeed. The wind blows with a wet palm. Smooths the wrinkles of puddles. Night crying sounds. The sound of broken notes. My luck has disappeared somewhere around The bend. Like tears from the sky. Droplets on the glass. I'm returning the day to oblivion, Thinking about you. I kiss you gently in my thoughts. There's a silent tremor in my fingers. Drops of notes on the leaves. The rain makes the music. Rainbows of paint wiped off. Stupid doubts indeed. The wind blows with a wet palm. Smooths the wrinkles of puddles. The music sheet of the notebook. The strings lay on the neck. Willow weeping strands Swirling in music. Like tears from the sky. Droplets on the glass. I'm returning the day to oblivion, Thinking about you. I kiss you gently in my thoughts. There's a silent tremor in my fingers. Drops of notes on the leaves. The rain makes the music. I Kiss you gently in my thoughts. There's a silent tremor in my fingers. Drops of notes on the leaves. The rain makes the music.