I can hear,
approaching thunder,
rain is here,
pouring under,
a night sky,
darness clad,
feeling glad
for it brings..cool comfort and soggy footsteps.
I can see,
little puddles..
I can feel,
recovering from the muddle
of everyday chores..
like the sun baked shores
splashed with blue saline..
holy corpus and wine..
of my self communion.
I was blessed to be in the womb..
I will be blessed today in my tomb..
And tears mocking rain..
A perfect symmetry of pain..
Many eyelids will adorn
Like ornaments when they cry
Teardrops taketh when I was born
Teardrops giveth when I shall die.
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