Rain

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Rain!... Rain!!... Rain!!!...
Dripping softly with a rhythmic sound,
It seems to want to say something in silence.

Beside the window, the melancholic heart of the poet sits,
his gaze lost in the green hues of the crops' outlines.

Occasionally, a gust of icy wind announces the arrival of rain,
awakening a yearning within.

The restless soul wants to say, 'Oh icy wind,
please convey my words
to my beloved.'

In response, a stream of water emerges as a gift from the breeze.

Amongst the ceaseless flow of water droplets,
the fading crimson sparkle vanishes into the horizon.

Darkness arrive
in this earthly realm.

But still, the rhythmic sound of that rainfall
echoes in the poet's ears.

Reviving the memories in his serene heart."

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