The rain shall dance of my love.

In the daybreak of a rainy season, the light shines through the window, I am bewildered by the thunder that roars even as some light spreads over the backyard onto flowers and bushes.

The heavy clouds hold as long as it could with droplets waiting to flow at even the slightest snap of your finger and the ground starts to smell good with some sprinkle of water here and there yet you do not feel my love.

The sun shines bright after the heavy drops of success and self consciousness drizzle down onto the earth and remain mere dirt but you are yet to do the dance of fluidity to create a safe space from the rain, the thunder that roars and love that shall be heard by someone in the universe that lives somewhere.

I write this poem to somebody somewhere…..

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