i could hear roaring roof
pouring water from above
street steaming upon contact
fogging up my window glass
sense of gratefulness reign
to clouds who been withholding
i tried to wipe condensation
it came with dust cohesion
wind has pick up rattling trees
leaves flying all over the place
similar to confetti on festivities
i want to see you and me kiss
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