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Out on the street under the gray welkin,
His presence soothes me, cools me.
His light kisses, dewy on my skin.
I tilt my head and feel him smirk.
His fingers flick me, skim over me.
Each cell, every nerve, gone berserk.
Echoes follow his primal roars.
He accepts me, claims me.
His essence fills each of my pores.
Water canters down my small frame.
Rivulets lace and mesh upon me.
"Rain," I breathe and moan his name.
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