Sometimes
It
rains
To
the mournful wails of a violin
The
tired trumpet accompanying beats
Each
drop dragging its feet
Just
too tired to fall
But
fall it must
Adding
its own tears
To
the mist
Draping
lovers
Within
its veil
As
they kissed
Holding
their dream, intact
As
it quietly deliquesce
On
impact
The
show must go on
Forever
has no expiry date....
Would that rain could be rained upon!MS
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