Thunder crashes,

yet light passes;

so immense, so ample.

Thunder is upon me.

Gentle rain, hence the clash,

the season is approaching.

So long indeed I’ve waited,

so dearly have I yearned,

to once again be shivered-

to feel so fake yet,

know I’m real.

Heat like hot that dries from moisture-

the AC growling at my thoughts-

To be alone, to feel surrounded-

words bounce up like rubber balls-

to where those fall,

I still don’t know.

With the windows closed,

I cant  hear the shower.

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