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The midnight rains.
Have you ever tried to sharpen your ears to the music of the midnight rains.
Have you ever felt so powerless as the night blinded the majestic paths of those Royal showers.
Have you ever tried to open the secret chest of wondrous senses they bring with them.
The rains that arrive after the Sun retreats,
after darkness soaks the lands,
I, for once,
would love to know what magic it does carry,
That creeps in like a stranger into the eerie silence of my lonely nights,
yet never let me feeling alone,
The thump of the drops on my rooftop, that ought disturb the silence of my night, yet always covering me in some unforeseen blankets of guard.
I'd love to walk,
into the midnight rains,
And close my eyes and feel
And dance, still with my eyes closed,
To the music the drops dance themselves to.
I'd love to lie down drenched,
in the long forsaken darkness,
alone, yet guarded.
And let go of all fears and worries and hate and war.
And be myself
For there's nothing more reassuring than to bare my soul to the midnight rains.
That I wish to believe, fell, just for me. 💕