To being…

Every time there is raining outside,

I get off my room

and

come outside under a wide sky,  full of dark clouds,

leaving my all work aside.

Even I have cough,

I argue with my health-consciousness

saying,”Hey, bro., just for a single minute, Can I ?”

I do this

because every time I caress raindrops,

I feel like I really exist.

It makes me feel

how it is to be like being.

Waves of eternal beauty are so immense,

that

every single touch leave mark inside my heart.

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