A fanatical pluviophileA Poem by FatimaIt solely holds me together...
Drips that steal our minds,
the fragrance that devours our souls, thunder and we feel a strike, drizzles till we see the sun, showers bringing a calm seclusion, we hear the patters on the tree tops smiles mould and the fears set free , as it drizzles till we see the sun drops form. the hearts' sing loud drips fall. the dance commences, our hearts drop to the petrichor, and it drizzles till we see the sun some feel the beats against them others just soak to the running and screaming but here i stand all alone falling in love, with the heart of the rain. ----------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- © 2018 FatimaAuthor's Note
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