The rain in summer gently murmurs
And comes down slowly
Lovingly
Dissolving my world into tiny rainbows
And reflections in puddles
I used to jump in them as a child
And in my mind's eye I see that child
Spinning and whirling
As around him
The world becomes blurry
And the heat goes away
The rain speaks with a thousand voices
And the child in me rejoices
Listening
Set free from the adult world
For as long as the sky is clouded
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