Sonnet 1: Suddenly I Find Myself Freezing Here
Suddenly I find myself freezing here.
Chilled, alone, somehow keeping myself warm.
Enigmatically it pours on me,
Unchangingly the rain pours all around.
The clouds amass and blanket the daylight.
The earth below me melts away in rain.
Streets barren, nature withdrawn, and I out,
Fixed forevermore, gawking at the rain.
Reprehensibly I lay in the mud.
It's waxy, impure hand wrapping round me.
Cloaked on me, the earth in its drenched glory,
Relinquishing to the rain pouring down.
The Earth embraces my body, my mind.
My soul free though, like the rain pouring down.
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