Hither, thither, run I in the pouring rain Pitter, patter, raindrops on me falling Whither I sway, raintangled winds carry Slither I, barefoot on little rivulets flowing. Drenched, loving the rain on my skin Quenched, the thirst of parched earth Branched trees, kissing the cloud laden sky Trenched fields, ready for sowing, a fresh birth. […]
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