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Posted on | September 24, 2007 | Comments Off


tonight i walked in the rain,
lifting my face,
and allowing the drops to fall,
touching my eyes,cheeks,nose,mouth,
slaking my dry lips,
cooling my forehead,
i allowed the drops to slither on my skin,
caressing my nape,back,
gentle,soothing drops,
sensuous as the feel of a lover,
or gentle like the touch of a mother,
those drops,they washed on my,
and an instant was revealed..
like i wanted to take a dip in the skies,
plunge in the depths of the dark expanse,
sink in the comfortable darkness,
soak in the fluffy wetness of the clouds,
and no stars to mar the magic,
i allowed the rain to fall,
my companion in solitude,
i walked with the drops,
and loneliness was pushed away for an instant,
like a flash of lightening,
and i felt joy..
the freedom of being..

the rains are beautiful,
especially in the night,
but they stop.
like tears drying unshed,in eyes.

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