Rain

Standard

Dry earth

Gets thirsty,

Now

Summoning the rain.

When I

Am parched

I whisper your name.

Here raindrops

Fall softly on the roof,

The sweet smell of damp leaves fills

The room,

And here I am

drowning

In

Thoughts of you.

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