Rain For "The Train"

After a long summer days,

in a horrible yellow rays,

I missed the charm of vacation,

Lonely in self correction.

They left me all alone,

At my place, with my phone,

We had the communication,

Yet only in my imagination.

Oh! She's in her hometown,

I was busy sitting at my lawn,

No rest, no emotions, no holidays,

No wine, no line and no Sunday's.

Everything was improper, no tune,

Well managed to get, into my June,

I loved the days, together we had,

The fun, the joy, I missed her bad.

Oh! Come back, you dear light,

Admiring the dream in night,

With this clouds, and the rain,

Hopefully returning from same train.