- it's raining -

why is it always sunshine and blossoms but never about rain?

why is its trickle mistaken for sadness,

when all it wants is to be seen?

is it because it comes with beautiful destruction

that cra  cks as it kisses the greens?

not ocean blues but murky greys,

how desperate it always brings…

tastes like light penetrating through clouds,

a relaxing sound,

absence and

neutrals and

splatters on the ground.

it's felt every day but still no leeway

really, it's ready and refreshing and it's r

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