I fell from the heavens
A dropp of monsoon rain
Rushing past clouds
That hung low in the sky
I should have gone the way
Like millions before
A mundane dropp of rain
To be lost in oblivion
But nay,
There was a flash of lightning
And the flutter of your ebony hair
Was the last thing
I remember seeing
The rage of the rain god I was
Destined for parched paddy fields
Or the water
Of some winding creek
But I came to rest
On your face o' fair maiden
And I trickled down your cheek
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