Life, Poetry

The Sound of Rain

You’ll find me

When the skies darken

The Eagles soar high above the clouds

Where the woods deepen,

The greens cover up like a shroud.

When the first drop tastes my lips,

More embrace me,

Seep within,

drench me to the bone,

Beat down harder,

And in ecstasy,

cry out loud.

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