it rained
washed my stain memories
rejuvenated with a new life to began
aesthetic precipitation of water
burst out chemistry from my body
felt me adrenaline rush
i wish i had locks of hair around, wanna make it dance over those drifting cold airs
sensitized my muscle over my neck
and flow down toward the receptive heart
exquisite dripping of water over my skin
and mesmerizing pitter patter sound over those windows lane
its a psychedelic downpour
ignites to conceive unreal imagination of love and disparity
with the murmuring of songs
me, pluviophile
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