Don t Listen to the Rain

Don't listen to the rain whisper lies about me,
And don't believe the thunder knows our secrets so free.
It's just a fading echo from a storm that's passing by,
A double-faced spinster, the storm outside, under the sky.

Distrust the clouds as they fly from the north,
Away from the window's stark electric worth.
In darkness, doubt the scent of clover sweet and wild,
Feel me in this scorching moment, in solitude's mild.

In St. Petersburg, there's a storm today,

My dearest, my own, we part as if forever,
In St. Petersburg, the rain will never sever.

Under the bellowing roar, the blood-red lightning's flash,
Think of what insomnia whispered in the dark, in the dash.
Cry in the darkness, like a little girl, small and true,
As thunder crashes, uninvited, through.

Remember the rain on earth is but fleeting,
The moon will shine, tipsy in weather's meeting.
This storm, a swift, transient show,
Believe it begins anew, as it always does, you know.

In St. Petersburg, there's a storm tonight,

My dearest, my own, we part as if for years,
In St. Petersburg, snow quietly falls, no fear.

No more calls from me you'll receive,
In St. Petersburg, where the rain relief
Is but a moment, a chapter's end,
But in every storm, a new day is friends.

In St. Petersburg, the rain and the storm,
Yet in my heart, love remains warm.
We'll meet again, beneath skies so clear,
In St. Petersburg, where our spirits dare.

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