your head’s tilted
to one side; you tired,
look up
let your
moonlit eyes coincide with
its reflection
in the sky; and in a bizarre
watch the rain, as it
wafts and soothes and drains
pours; let one tiny droplet
reach your skin
for every million
that fall
and let it learn of
your wonder; and then
let it find itself
with an eternity
of more
in a torrential halo, drifting and
floating; dancing in the disbelief
of having laid touch
on a being
they initially deemed


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