Again,
rain,
after too much sun,
that star of ours,
finding a way
into the shadows,
as if,
it knew where
to find us.
Then,
rain,
the clouds
strong enough,
and thick enough,
to hold the sun back.
And now,
a morning,
where shadows,
and light,
merge,
among drops of rain.
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