When the wind crashes
Against the spaces
Before my eyes
It picks up all things wet
And the dust,
that remained
Emptying all the sorrow
Relieving it of the misery,
Coaxed by the wimping rain,
That gatecrashed last night,
However, unannounced it came
But was welcome,
Nevertheless, the sweet drizzle that followed
Won more than hearts
And brought, with itself
More than just thoughts,
And here, I stood
Alive and Enchanted,
Admiring the warmth
Left behind
In the droplets
That pounced
One by one,
As if, piercing away
The pains out of my being
Slowly and steadily…
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