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It is found in the Rain

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The clouds grow heavy on a warm summer’s day,
Heavy with the sweats and toils of lovers determined.
A man and a woman always running,
Running from the sunny days of infatuation,
Running towards the rainstorms of maturity,
The seasons that promise meaningful, deep love.

The skies become blacker now,
Constantly threatening to open and release what’s held inside.
That man and that woman staring now,
Into the depths of the other’s lustful eyes.
Waiting, waiting now to see,
Who will be the first to move.

Thunder rolls in the distance.
A single angel’s tear falls to the ground,
Another on the nose of the woman,
But she continues to drown only in her lover’s eyes.
The eyes that whirl now with passion,
Begging her to dive in.

The wind picks up around them,
A tumultuous storm brewing in their midst;
But still they stare with unabated desire,
Longing yet to be engulfed in the embrace of the other.
They care not about the fury that awaits them,
But only about the thoughts that flow through their minds in unstoppable streams.

With a sudden flash of lightening and a deafening clap of thunder,
The clouds fumble over one another,
Trying desperately to contain their contents to no avail.
The angels sob now uncontrollably and in unison,
Pouring out every harbored tear,
The tears of those whose hopeful loves had faded with time.

The lovers, however, have come together now in tight embrace.
They dance slowly to the rhythm of their pounding hearts,
With no regard whatsoever for the drowning world that surrounds them.
It is of no concern to this man and this woman,
The gleeful lovers that will never again long for their soul’s lost counterpart,
For it is found in the rain.
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The imagery begs for more. Thankfully you state "first" can't wait for...