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Walk in the Rain short poem

Overcast and drab evening
with ominous shroud dark

Distant rumbling crackle
akin to giant ignited spark

Adding to swelling misery
in my moments desolate

Craving for little company
to someone try and relate

Swallowed up with solitude
for sane sense to maintain

With cape less mackintosh
I step out in spitting rain

My pace though consistent
but drizzle started to pour

Beset with strange emotions
couldn’t repress my outpour

Felt one with the elements
water spattering on my face

Intermingling with my tears
not leaving a visible trace

In street turned near rivulet
I stopped to look up for sign

Lo and behold silver lining
of a most exquisite design

Experienced feel awesome
inexplicable thence before

New purpose got bestowed
to seek all what is in store

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