Who really cared if it rained all week?
Who noticed anyway?
Young and in love and alive for each other,
We hardly knew night from day.
Waterlogged room in a spot near the
ocean,
Too wet for exploring the sands.
Beaches deserted by fair weather visitors
Walking the shore hand in hand.
We were so much making two into
one,
With no time to notice the skies,
And the only exploring we needed to
do
Was deep into each other's eyes.
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