The rain gushed

Hungry for chaos

But with an umbrella

You covered my thoughts
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The water spilled

In solemn shades of watercolour

The windows smeared

With rain drops
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Still each was free

Each, one of so many

They were identical,

All falling from across
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The cyprus trees

They were drunk in the rain

Quenching their thirst

Bathing in the drenched moss
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They could not

Feel like a mortal

Curse the cursed

Without the weight of thought
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No mourning or nostalgia

For time taking, what we wanted

No circles beneath our eyelids

Scars from our loss
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What you wanted to escape

Submerged in the rain

Free of all thoughts

That surely life would scoff

Was it the weight of all these thoughts?

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I love the rain.
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