Rain

Rain, rain please come back when you can,
I don't want to be a grass hopper,
Neither do I want to be an Angel,
I am gazing at the setting sun,
And the moon peeps from around the cloud,
My hand holds a bud that's yet to show it's colors,
The dough awaits my hands to mold it,
The candle's light is flickering,
reminding me of the impending night,
and warning me not to expect
But to listen for the foot steps of the beloved,
for she is close, yet so very far,
so rains , please back when you can...

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