here at last
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The beautiful wind blows hard
today.
Zephyr whisking leaves and stays to
a new destination.
The rustle of the cycle of rebirth
flashing around my foots,
A few small droplets stain the pages
of my books.
Come, rain, I prayed for you last night
wanting you bitterly to soak me
but I knew even then,
that you only move so fast.
So come, rain,
here at last.