The air even, seems drenched in the rain
Cooling, beautiful; unrelenting, incessant
The sunrise was imagined as was sunset
It was all grey outside and blue in within
Yearning some warmth I closed my eyes
Yes, it was there to feel, but not to touch;
Vision of that rising fireball on the horizon
It may be from the past, but belongs to the
Future imagined; destined to soon arrive.
I breathed the drenched Air; yet felt warm.
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