Downpour

 That deafening sound of the downpour,

Which relishes the people in the shore,

 Those leaves that respond exquisitely

 For its dew,

 When trying to explore their invisible gesture,

 We'll always end up without a clue.

 The odour of that wet mud is

 The musk of Earth's womb.

 Rain embraced me today,

 And am up against all dismay.

 After the rain stops,

 I hope the sun will shine bright, 

 That'll be a beautiful sight.

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