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Sep 2018
The first rain.
Silver drops that
soothe the wounds of a
parched earth!

In elation,
the emaciated earth
released an earthy fragrance
trancing in its soul.
The green frilly leaves of the Ivy plant
gifted the earth a universe
meditating in the heart of a water droplet.
A euphoric red-winged cuckoo
sang a melody in stirring tones of mirth.

The first rain came.
With it came a pall of gloom.
A nostalgic pain that
growing up
snatched from me the ability
to dance in the rain,
sing with the cuckoo,
go wild under the
thunderous fireworks of the sky.
TheMystiqueTrail
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