Tent Under The Rain

On a dark night,
When the cicadas are all I hear;
The sound of the rain on my tent,
As it buoys me to sleep like a lullaby.

When the wind that comes with the rain,
Above my head it softly rustles the leaves back and forth-
I’ll yearn for the warmth of your hand.

I’ll think of you,
Just as the rain remembers the earth;
You are not going anywhere
Because we are one.#

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