It is raining somewhere,
I can smell the drops,
quenching the heat of earth’s bosom.
Somewhere on some slope,
clouds must be embracing
The hills in passionate hold,
that only long parted lovers can feel.
Somewhere along the valley,
a mother would be showing,
her newborn the first whisper,
of a waterfall emerging from last summer.
The sky has been gray,
and the smell of wet air, pervades.
While somewhere in this city,
sits another like me, staring out of a window.
Trapped!
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