The Sunset Poet

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Soft Patter

The soft patter,

A closer contact,

The constant sounding of the rain that calls,

The cleansing power that flows through me,

I feel relieved and glad at once,

Yester's worries are gone for now,

Am I delusional or hopeful for more?

A thin line that lines that boundary,

I gasp and come back to myself,

To look outside and indeed it rained.