As the earth is wrapped in the floss
The bellies of cloud full of ambrosia
Falls on earth, washing away our flaws
Giving life to the dead seeds of Pyrrosia.

Raindrops race down the windowpane
Parallel or coalescing,
Liquid earths trapped, reflected and feigned
Inside a drop, you hear the snakes rattling.

Cool breeze masking warm teardrops
Muffled cries hidden behind coffee and vellichor
If our paths collide like raindrops
Would our love smell like petrichor?

Nature is an artist, it truly is
Dipping its paintbrush in the clouds
Letting the brush strokes guided by the winds
Oh, conjuring a damped masterpiece, so astound.

Sing a song for me, I am lonely
Drumming on the roof, jiggling on the ceiling
Nightingale’s melody, leaves rustling the synth
Frogs, toads, birds and herds composing a symphony.

Dipping in the deep puddles, children don’t mind the dirt,
Disgusted by the grime, we rose from our struggles,
Giggles and splashes melt in the girt
Made from clay, our fate is tied by the puppet strings, as they unfurl.

Paper boats floating by the ankles
PaperBoat seeping down our lips
Pine needles weave the wreath as I crinkle
smiling gleefully at the musty poem on my fingertips.

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A/N
Wrote this 30 minutes before maths class. Sir taught us improper integral. Engineering is fun :(