Next time it's raining...
....
Open your mouth
let the drops of rain fall
onto your tongue, let them grow
into a garden made of words, spill them
on the pavement, let them become
a rainforest in the city, a forest in
your very village, let the rain
move your soul and make
you and others
wonder
what
or
why
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