In the desert's heart, where sunbeams blaze,
Where thirsty sands forever daze,
A poet's dream, a heart aflame,
For raindrops' kiss, a quenching game.
Oh, for a sky, no longer stark,
But clouds that weep, a gentle arc,
Where every drop, a crystal's gleam,
Embraces earth, dispelling every dream.
In parched terrains, a rare delight,
As raindrops twirl in moon's soft light,
A rhythmic beat, a soothing balm,
On desert streets, where echoes calm.
Beneath the moon's ethereal glow,
The poet's spirit starts to flow,
With Tolkien's tales and tea so dear,
He seeks the shore, where waves draw near.
On sandy shores, where oceans play,
The raindrops dance, in joyful sway,
A nature's art, a grand refrain,
In poet's soul, true joy does gain.
In deserts deep, where silence dwells,
Rain's gentle touch, a magic spell,
A poet's muse, a sweet embrace,
In raindrops' dance, true solace finds place.
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