It arrived on an evening
Cladding a grayed scarf
Fanning a cold breeze
Across my innocent face,
I shrilled and shivered
With an open wide eyes
Rolling side to side
With the commuting rain clouds,
The first drip of the rain
Jellied on my cheek
And disappeared rolling down
Like an ice on fire,
The thunder bolts howled
Like a wolf from afar
And the lightning ghosted
Striking on the wet earth
Like the vigorous arrows
Of an invisible enemy clan,
The fragrance of the mud
Rustically real lingered in the air
As if someone opened
A new cloth box,
The sound of the rain
Played a classical rhythm
That made the emotions nude
Like a virgin hooker,
The glowworms lined up
Like the soldiers with fire
Drawing fluorescent crisscrosses
And other shapes in the dark,
The rain flies rise up
From the earths underneath
Like freed souls refuge
To the heavens above,
Sensations luring, travels around
Carrying the fragrance of
A craving country delicacy
That melts in the mind
Like a scoop of cream
That I would always wish to taste
After a guzzled gala feast...
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