Rain (dear)
I like it when you pour down
From heaven to the ground
And I’m listening to your sound
Like a heartbeat I own.
Funny, you come down
Without intending to stay
Like pain that will just go away
And sometimes love that fades away.
It’s a cycle- repeating.
“Haven’t I gotten used to it?” – wondering.
Aren’t clouds too becoming jaded?
Like how heart welcomes love and leaves?
Maybe then they’re like funnel.
Rain is the love that passes through.
And when it hits the land,
It picks itself and stand.
Invisibly moving on – evaporation!
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Cool nice poem