The Rain Song In the sound of late summer drizzle squashing the palm trees,
banana leaves and concrete roofs, happy is the chirping bird
nestled in a neighbours's jackfruit tree, singing the natural song of life while I hook on to the printed word sighing the strain of
early mid life stasis
chiming the tune of a stale symphony.
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