Rain drops topple themselves above me
Serenading me with their sweet departure
Remnants dwindle into my skin
Dissolving themselves forsakenly
For they came as serenely as they went
Gentle nonetheless untried
As they trickled frivolously through the fissures of my skin
I felt a temperate rush flood all through my soma
Bracing every sub-constituent part of my being as well as my contiguous atmosphere
Subsiding into an abstruse mental condition
My conscience fell into perpetual grieve
Aching to ruminate the perplexity’s of our worldly animations
But the ripostes to my queries is to some degree sequestered
Stored profoundly within the central midpoints of our wits
However ramshackled and out of sight - Summer Moon
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