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Poetry: Summer rain

by Alexandria Porath

Here it comes

All so slowly comes this rain
this freshness of the season
Washing away my pain

Can you taste the bliss
Of the first summer mist
Can you feel the joy
Of nature's groly

See it now
How the wind blows softly
As the wet melt fills me slowly
Even as I hear the thunder come

It feels like the storm has just begun
But before you know it, it's done

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