And the motionless mountains
And the straying butterflies of the night
Listen to the invisible bass guitar in the dark sky
Let the stars and the moon retire
To their place, beneath the curtains of the clouds
To allow the pregnant clouds burst open
Like the inside of an overripe watermelon
And let the legion of rains descend
To find me shirtless, dancing in the rain
Woe to the man with an umbrella.
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Lol, why woe to the man with an umbrella? Is it because he is missing out on what you are enjoying? Lol.
The region of the rain will descend and find you shirtless indeed lol.
Nice poetry by the way.
Been a while I even think of writing a poem