Tlaloc (n):
The Aztec rain god.

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Dew from the sky made me smile,
Never failed at its job, ever.
Petrichor, melody to my senses.
Pitter patter. Pitter patter.

A doe shaped drop cascades,
On my ever expectant lips,
Creating the harmoniest kiss ever,
Enveloping, crescenting smiles.

Hail hailed, thunder. Then-
Pardoned of Tlaloc's mercy, I.
Wrecked my hometown and me,
My love taking down things I love.

Rain's fingers tapped on my window.
At two a.m. in the night.
Whispering sweet know-hows,
Begging unattainable forgiveness.

At 3:00 am a breeze escapes in,
Shooting chills through the room.
Wide awake I lay on a wet pillow,
Of dear Tlaloc's love and wrath I dreamt.

Wondering now,

Did my love

die

a natural death?

(Untimely even?)