clouds

Clouds It's hot in the middle of November. But the heart already misses the rain. For this moment when the streets are washed away, and the pain inside is given permission to break out. So that happiness can jump in the puddles. "Clouds" Every time a sea of worries and thoughts enters my house, my champion catches it in a second. He calls it clouds, clouds, and I, of course, write a song about it. He tries to disperse them gently. And sometimes I'm glad they come, because with them also comes the rain that cleanses, softens, and liberates. Come miss the rain with me Lyrics: Always Mine Music: Sono