When It Rains

An unfinished poem, I wrote while it was raining in my city….

When it rains

The sound of drops that dance on my room’s windowpane,
Give me the only chance, To relieve my heart of the pain,
That summer brought to me,With its scorching heat,
The sound brings glee, And forces me on my feet,
To stand up and stare, Outside the windowpane,
And I move my hands bare, outside to catch the rain….

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