The ode to a rain long over;

the lost magic of the dark clouds

Farewell to what once was beautiful;

special to me, common to the crowds

The dark heavy clouds on the southern skies;

pregnant with the promise of sweet rain

The distant rumble rolling through the lands;

promising to parch the thirst, relieving all pain

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Truth shall always set you free, even if you are a prisoner of your heart. Well especially if you are a prisoner of your heart

There is a promise of rain on the trembling lips of dawn;

the wind is mildly flavoured with a faint hint of petrichor

Oh how my heart rejoices, the rare prospect of respite;

oh how my heart trembles, may be the promise of a whore

There was a communication of silence;

a silence louder than any chaos

Their eyes asked if their dreams had any chance of fulfillment;

if it was possible for life to give them a pleasant surprise

My heart wanted to say yes for I have a human heart which feels;

my eyes said no for they have seen too much of life to believe in miracles