sure, I, my self,
am always asking,
for a date with timing.
I would steady date with rain.
I fancy the shape of clouds in passing.
I leer at cloud cleavages that offer.
I have intimate conversations,
when it falls in my direction.
yes, I have a lust for wetness.
the ground is ever a roll-out bed
in my mind for the making.
how can one not be happy
when bathing in tears of joy?
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