It is raining...
The sky has opened...
The heaven’s tears...
Cool thy mound...
Lying still for the time to end...
Foraying into the worst of human fears...
The end had to begin...
The lights had to cease...
No less a day, this endless wait...
Posing no harm to all the nibblers...
I wonder what still remains...
Bewildering answers – aplenty...
It is still raining...
Caressing the wounded foe within...
Drenched in mystery...
Washed ashore a place in history...
The rains may have moved...
Presumed myriad nights continued...
None so realised...
No rain could really cool thy mound...
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