Dear rain
As your many ripples disappear into many others, I desire to become one of them. Your quick breaths, descend on my skin, to make it perceptible like never before; I hold out my hands to hold your disintegrating body. Memories of your past visits yawn behind my ears; in every one of them I uncoil from the discomfort of a heavy monotony slanting against my back, at your arrival, just like the present moment. You lull to sleep every dust under my feet; they dread no more the footfalls of the indifferent wind. In their faraway dream, they unite with you; sighs of gratification crowd the air for hours that follow.
I watch leaves striving to contain you between their weak veins; I watch you deceiving them with equal solemnity.
You know not the depth of dismay you leave behind; not yet.
You know not the amount of pain demanded by a poem in your name; not yet.
When will you ?
Yours sincerely.
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