Rain

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Swaying trees

A fresh verdant

Washed away

With tears

From the heavens.

Earthy red soils,

And welled-up eyes

Trickle across

Fragile petals.

Blows of air

Nipping at skin

Splashes of puddles

And melodic laughs;

Hands outstretched

To catch falling watery stars

And wish upon them

For more rain,

Pitter-pattering against the window pane.

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