I miss the rain
In solitude I thought I could hardly bare
but the rain is more comfort than sorrow.
More of tenacious strength than smoldering weakness.
In all accounts though, I do enjoy human company.
In that sense I'm picky, however. I'll wish you to heed the drums the rain plays for us
and to speak softly and mostly far between as if we were in fact in a performance.
Just a more relaxed one...
one where you don't dress up to be something else, something more.
No there's no reason to do that.
The rain doesn't judge, it is both the player and the audience;
a creative player that will more than welcome your additional improv beats
to run, stomp, and taste this natural music.
Just sometimes I like to listen to it undisturbed...
listen to the rest of the world play their tune with the rain.
But of course, at some points I will join
since who doesn't enjoy the feeling?
Again, it's all about feeling it all.
My reward just as the final drop splashes is the breath of anew.
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