i am waiting for rain
to subside before me
beneath a myrtle tree
earlier months ago; this
could be prefect place
thick canopy of leaves
muffle raindrops falling
now i see water free fall
bursting on my outreach hand
blurring my eyes; i sigh
my lips ask heaven to stop
yet unheard; poured harder
why didn't walk away i know
maybe i really love it too
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