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Thursday, September 15, 2005
The Heart of Rain
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As I smell the air afresh

The gift of a downpour amidst the sunshine

One can’t help but stare at the raindrops falling

In utter joy and amazement at nature’s beauty

Many have long ceased to admire

The very opulence, simplicity and essence

The unadulterated innocence and joy


The chrysanthemum above fades

Leaving rain-soaked trees swaying with the beat

The dark green leaves, the pitch dark skies

Saccharine raindrops falling in perfect rhythm

As spectators trickle off the leaf of little palm umbrellas

Little mirrors of silver shimmering on dry concrete frames


Defying comprehension and time

The heart of rain has longed to be free

Released from the grasp of the skies

It is now

Alex
17 June 2005

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