
And it's great if there is a rain after a long hot summer days. At that time, it refresh my mind and body.
Can you imagine how our life is if there is no rain?
My Sneaking Tears

From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height -
Composure swayed by onerous might.
My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill.
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -
'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.
The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears -
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain…
On equal bearing now were we:
This rain; myself, in harmony.
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This rain; myself, in harmony.
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Mark R Slaughter