London
It's raining againThick, cold water filling our souls
And flooding the ultimate dry patch
Laying in front of our bare feet.
You can feel it everywhere
Hanging like a dark cloud
Above us,
Chilly and heavy and depressing,
It's a world of rain
This promising land...
Some day, tired and bored
With so much rain
I'll just take the first plane
To guide me towards the sun...
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