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be my rain
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Hyacinth garden I open my eyes
look up at the rain,
dripping in my hand
raining in my brain.
I hear the ground slurping rain;
Drip after each clear, drop
rain very softly,
rain very hard
rain wild crazy
And the creek will overflow.
It is as wet as any sea
upon the helm of the moon.
As if, it is a spirit
in the morning
in the green/blue
of the oceans instinct.
It is a shapeless thing,
it needs
to understand,
like a vein of lightning.
At night in the rain
It lights sincere and phenomenal
like body in love.
Be wet
be my rain.
Lie next to me.
Love, if you love me in the rain.
