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.