I.
Come, relentless rain—
drench us in your silver chains;
let the heavens weep.
II.
Skin to storm, we fuse—
you the flood, and I the dune,
crumbling into tide.
III.
Liquid fingers trace
rivers down my thirsty spine—
earth drinks sky whole.
IV.
Drip by drop, we merge,
until no you, no more I—
just the moon’s mirrored tears.
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Mottakeenur Rehman (
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This holds such a spring or even summer like feel to it. It brings a monsoon season like feel. Very nice
Thank you🙏
The rain our and natures lifeblood, which without neither would survive, enjoyed the read
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You are very welcome
Great write
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You're welcome
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