Hearin the rain fallin, sittin n smellin the scent so fresh n clean.
Listenin to the sound of drops drippin down, beatin on the trees.
Comfortin as the wind that blows in between the drips, they fall.
Cool breeze blows about as I cling to my moment, in a bit of a stall.
Still as movement is absent from motion, I freeze within the display of time.
Graspin the ease of the storm rollin through, beads explode like fine wine.
Layin back, feelin the release of purity give way as I enjoy the show it makes.
Lightning strikes, causin the chest to raise as the heart races n escapes.
At one with the likeliness of cleansin, sounds begin to simmer in the distance.
Done with the battle of gravity, easy come the storm eases gone without resistance.
Leavin the damp scent of dribblits standin in puddles, splattered they lay.
Feelin left behind to moisten life, coverin ground n here to stay.
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