So untamed, it Blows So surged, it Howls So wrapped, it Unfurls
There swirls thee stumbled Here narrows the gate of nestle Drizzles are drown too subtle to afloat, Stormy navy sky's gone too distant from home.
Only yearned Thatness.
The grounded drop took a leap into the sky soars the azure into the sunray flows the torrid As the rain not yet make its curtain call, is the next symphony coming? Summer sundown sinks me in subtle Here I heard a cuckoo
18:31 May 30, 2024. In the remaining scent of a heavy rain.