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RAIN The
drops fall on
withered dry ground quenching
insatiable thirst and
the smell permeates the
atmosphere... time
which was comatose suddenly
runs riot and paints
itself in rainbow hues and
peacocks dance the dance of
love rivulets
of life run amok
among us and
we rejoice as
the water touches our
skin, our soul and
washes everything but us away... ~Raj~
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