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A Rain Of Words

The rain draws near,

thunder claps: a barrage,

of thousand hands.

 

the earth swells;

exhales a petrichor,

as rain riding on,

the whistling wind; drops.

 

ribbons descend;

upon the ground, anchored;

to hovering clouds,

and sky and earth,

once dragged apart;

meet, at last.

 

words seldom exchanged,

heaven and earth remain,

connected; only through

the falling rain.