oh, these crazy rains
each one with it's own name.
distinctive personalities and voices
clashing with our plane from time to time
chasing bad dreams
or throwing us into chaos.
they're the tuning fork of the soul,
forcing it to vibrate in tune,
their droplets throwing the rhythm onto the world
unshackling the beast within...
rage and instincts melding into a crushing wave.
they're symphonies building on contrasts
deconstructing hearts down to the atoms
and piecing them back as carousels
in desolated amusements parks.
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