Fresh Water Tears
Laying here pondering,
wondering how the sound
Of droplets hitting against
My slanted roof put my mind
At such ease. Craving for something
To compliment the pitter-patter
Of the tiny impacts of water.
No one now pays attention
To the smell of precipitation
The wonderful presence of
Tears brought to life by a
Light fluff in the sky
In comparison to the rich never-
Ending atmosphere
How could a long sheet of double
Sided comfort provide a sense
Of love in a cold room,
It provides almost as much
Consolation that
fresh water tears do.
Praying for a jolting
Strike of light and reverberation
Throughout my living system
In order to fulfill all of the
Left over exhilaration from
The night I had spent
Taking in the elation from
The rain.
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