Drip...
Drop...
Rain...
Hurricane.
Consuming my clothing,
Soaking every bit.
I can't escape.
Drowning in the midst.
Hard to breath.
Patience slows
Wetting the Earth
Feeding its craving.
It is beatuty.
It it soothing.
Lulling me to sleep.
Keeping me cool.
The sound, pound, pound, pound.
On the ground.
Drip...
Drop...
Rain...
Hurricane...
Heavy Rain.
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