The grey sky will break apart and fall on this earth-
this earth will be washed away and wiped out too...
It's raining in cats and dogs.
I stand on the balcony beside a window.
It's raining after a long summer-
the soothing water is putting off the hot oven.
O, I can't see any more-
all are becoming hazy, my life too.
My hands are empty, my eyes are fixed,
my mind is roaming elsewhere, my heart is weeping in joy...
the soothing water is putting off the hot oven. O, I can't see any more- all are becoming hazy, my life too. My hands are empty, my eyes are fixed, you have a very great poetic heart and great imagination dear. make use of it and write and write. tony
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Your description of a hard, cooling, quenching rain is very vivid and enjoyable.