nature's breath, sweet and moist drifts across the land
the air thickens, grows heavy with the promise of rain
clouds thicken as the sun completes his daily rounds
mists swirl and gather, inviting and beconing
drops form, almost hesitant to fall
one, then another, then the gentle caress
steadily a rhythm forms, faster, gaining in force
the rain sings and becons as sleep calls
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