the frogs, singing in the dark
wild trees are Shaking with might  
Not one would mind neither tree nor birds
The way it naturally falls from the leaves…
…..
the smell of the ground,
And swallow circles with their sparkling sound..
----
here I am,
Underneath the dark sky
Hoping anxiously for my rain to come.
I stand,
In the pouring rain.
So I can,
Feel the growing pain.
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it fall from the sky  like a diamond
so fast
In a crazy confusion and disorder
the gusting wind carrying the  drops
to  the wild vortex. 
……
one moment and
the next it hits my vulnerable  face

It runs down my face as a thin layer
as soft as a plumage protecting me
from all the past
Solitude me away from this world.
----.....
it  soften  me up
devouring  my  whole body
and washing away all the sadness
and fear
I had carried within  me
I felt myself tremble

and a drop came down my cheek
was  it mine or the rain
…….
it evanescents
Sorrow. pain.
and for a moment
It gives me the belief of innocence again.
So, here I stand in the pouring rain
…....
the rain sweatered around me..
was only thing that could understand me
one who could protect  me
as I trek through the  terrifying pasts..-.
the way it touches me everywhere letting me know thing I desire
It washed everything away

I see raindrops playing their game,
Even though they look the same,
I know that there is more to rain……                                                 
That gave me a new me
the one who couldn’t live in the past but  in the future..

Are there many, who know how I feel?