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Aug 2021
I love
The way the rain
Can be so soft
Gently tapping at my window
An invitation
It extends in the form of soft drops
Dripping down my face
And my hands
As I dance with you
And yet
The torrential downpour
So devastating
It drowns
It molds
It rises and ebbs and flows and
Fills your lungs
Like sweet honey
In the stomach of the bear
So completely
I cannot breathe
It causes the wind to howl and scream
And shake the birds from their trees
And the lightning to flash
And scream inside
Every nerve of my fingertips
And every curve of my bones
It arches my spine
And it feels divine
As the rain cries for me
From the sky
I wonder
Why the invitation was so welcoming
Yet maybe it was heavenly
Because heaven is where Iā€™m headed
Now
max
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