Rain on my pane,
making a mirage of raindrops,
you may drizzle,
come as a downpour,
or take me into a tempest.
Touch me when lonely,
weave into my heart,
dripping with comfort,
soaking the soul,
in your silent ways.
Hold me in your power,
in thunderous passion,
entrench me deeply,
raining on me incessantly,
rejuvenating what lies dormant.
Posted in High on Poems.
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