I Want To Soak In The Rain

As every droplet bang above the metal-waved roofs Wind blowing and all-knowing sent the shiver down my skin The sound that’s embroiders, the feels that precipitates When one arrives at the temple it mystify Reliving the core lensed I feel nostalgia clinging my bones From the spell it cascade Magic turns reality into pure imagination I recall my past, to where my laughter so so lit When agony or adversary it then was all but dim Could I run on the meadows of the earth Filled with water realms corollary to its crying Because all I know is I was back again from the 7 yearlings of my past tripleD | 2•6•26