Like a leaf passing a rain drop to another,
I want to show you my joy.
But the distance keeps me from doing it,
And therefore try to write, I.
The music of the splattering drops,
The dance of the happy green,
Infinite stretch of the grey sky,
Never better a scene have I seen,
Besotted by the drenched beauty,
An atheist me calls to the god,
“oh god, take the rains away,
or promise me to bring her along”
Mallesh
07/06/08
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