It rains
From the sky
To the earth
To have a relief
A blowing wind
Stops at the moment
And listens it
It is torrential and drops
The historical pregnancy
It does not give a birth
But it aborts
It is a violent cry
With thunder and lights
It trickles water and
Commits a nuisance
On the floor and roads
The wind listens calmly
With a patiently kinesis
Though it can make storms
To change the direction
It is a psychiatric rain
It needs a relief
That it does not have sense
As it is a diagnosis
It is also a psychiatric wind
No one listens
Because of that it has a sense
As it a prognosis
After all that happened
A deep pause with relief
The rain released its pregnancy
And might be happy
But it too far
To realize the other
Why the wind listened to a rain
The lack of the gap
Will be a victor
Shifting a pain to a relief and
giving a paradox to the other
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