Suddenly the sound of raindrops falling
comes, the leisurely sound
of what the mind makes out to be a shower,
imagining raindrops falling leisurely
on leaves dark in the night,
turning into a torrent of water
as the coming sound increases,
rain hammering grass and leaf
water rushing down, pooling black
like gathering the essence of night
in the vision mind weaves.
16.06.2025
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