Rain tickles my face
Slithering slowly like a snake down my
neck
While playing perplexedly with my hair
Saranatingly soothing my body and
emotions
Teasingly tempting and taunting me to
smile
I extend my hands upward to accept
the small droplets
I open my mouth to welcome them in
To make rain a part of myself
We are now one
I am rain
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