Gods clobber drum/drops
the clouds with fists
not easy convinced
this world.
It finally quiet
and equal, at peace
hurray to the will
of the rain!
The taste of the air
you never forget
the bitterness, smack
of the water.
These tears felt as bribe,
for steam rooms behind
the new frame, eyes breathe
thru the glasses.
Gods clobber drum/drops
the clouds with fists
for skeptical world
rain of hope.
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