On your own,
misty blues on misty miles,
silent shadowy curtain of soft velvet rain
evokes thoughts of near and dear,
happy or sad;
a walk in the summer rain
profound, refreshing, wonderful.
With another, joyous rush and tumble through falling torrents,
laugh away the grey
soaked to the skin is fun
why do without it;
relax in the sheer ecstacy
a walk in the rain is summer.
On its own,
falling softly
maybe silently
trickling down windows and valleys alike
refreshing the parched land;
the land offers its thanks by singing
the song of the summer rain;
every blade of grass and leaf of tree
can never be still while it is free.
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