The moist earth feels the relief form the rain, so would I if I looked at you, but that would be an escape, a dream and an act of cowardice, for I would be running away from reality,
I want you to shower on me as the rain falls on the bent leaves, and I want to be staring down, drenched and full with life, humble at this act of benevolence, yet not knowing who you are…

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