See through rain

It’s falling rain on my windowpane

A momentary moment of bliss

A cleansed palate.

It’s clarity really.

The rhythmic drops

I can’t think at all anymore.

And I used to think a lot.

The thunder strikes the ground

With passion and such temper

It is an innocent impulse.

Its something I can’t control

But it feels so natural.

It’s a feeling that’s both cold and warm.

It’s unpredictable and indescribable

And I always want more. 

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