Cool breahting becomes soft sigh
Then a moan of discomfort slips between limbs
Ever gaining strength, transforming into a howl
Watching, yet unable to partake
Yearning, yet unable to touch
Lonely, yet unable to feel
Anger flashes across the sky
Raw, savage, unimagined power
Booming voice ricochets from cloud to cloud
Making all shudder, tasting apprehension
The fury canbe felt, heard and seen
The breath, the voice, the light
Unchained strobe, illumination for an unseen vocalist
The strain of the endeavor
Depicted
Translucent gems, an ever-falling mass suicide
Their numbers so great, blanketing everything
It quenches, it cleanses, it heals
We call it... Rain
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