OH THE RAIN...
Draped in a flowing robe
With earthy weaves
Rustling in a quivering fashion
How the lass of rain
Knocks at my whole being
And...
Unfolds unwraps
Unearths
The mysteries
Moisting my roots
Drenching me to the
Deepest core
Certainly
This lass
This lass of rains
Is a consort of the sky
The intensely enveloped sun
A dense shadow
Of an ancient tree
-Rupa
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