I am sick of the rain.
I wish for sunshine, in every sense of the word
(in every sense of the World, Haiti).
Its rains.
The sun peeks out long enough to reassure you of its existence.
I miss the Sun's smile.
Hit me Sun...HIT ME
I wish for sunshine, in every sense of the word
(in every sense of the World, Haiti).
Its rains.
The sun peeks out long enough to reassure you of its existence.
I miss the Sun's smile.
Hit me Sun...HIT ME
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