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The sun was merciless, It hit real hard, It had scorched till bones, And was promising more, The intense heat lighted the air, Which cooled on wafting up, Soon I saw clouds forming dark, They now clashed bad, As the lightening shone in yellow and red, Drizzle began, I was out, It hit me light, As I delighted with each wet patch, The drops grew in size, As the cloud was wrenched, It now poured and poured, Each part of me was wet, I was not satisfied yet, The rain had cooled me deep, Outside and inside, I felt as if my soul had been drenched too, From the heat of this world, Which was so sinful? Don’t you think, That my thinking was so simple.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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