The rain orchestra

The sky opens its doors and allows us,
To catch a glimpse at its splendor, thus,
We take our chance and contemplate in awe,
The once in a lifetime miracle that we saw.

Despite its evanescent character, it somehow,
Succeeds to leave a mark in its trace of how,
Fleeting moments can last forever in our memory,
As we rewrite over and over a never-ending story

Of the wonder that transformed our perspectives,
In an irreversible way, now becoming detectives,
For the meaning of our own life; it can only be
Found during our journey here and we'll be free;

Released from the doom of the soul; Saved,
Our redemption comes from within; Carved,
With bare hands in emerald, our truth is sacred,
Glowing eternally whereas the dimness is buried.

Each raindrop holds a line of poetry and gently lands
On the ground forming a raw poem between the sands.
We struggle to read the letters and order the meaning attached,
Yet they refuse to behave, thus the mystery remains untouched.

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