She was rain (For Nanamma)

She was rain:

the silvery shimmery drops

that trickle into crevices.


She was rain: 

Soft and gentle, drizzling progressive thoughts

that would alter our being, wet our hearts.


She was rain:

drops that touch your face;

wrap your being with grace 





 

 

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