Beauty is rain
Soaking earth
And clothes,
Beating drums
Cleansing aroma
Inciting peace
Touching every sense.
Grey days
Sweep by
And brilliance
Breaks through
Into colors
Bright, demanding
To be noticed.
She demands it too,
Memories of feelings
Awake, alive inside
Holding on
To her essence,
Inspiration.
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