I’m sat on a seat by the window,

In the very last carriage

Of a train,

That speeds through the rain;

My window pane,

Having become,

Blurry to the point

Of obscurity.

The once tiny streams

Of water droplets,

Have now transformed,

Into incessant sheets,

And I give up on trying,

To see anything

Through the translusence;

I choose to focus instead,

On the essence

Of what the rain means,

To the parched land,

That had become brittle

From the wealth of dryness,

Bestowed by the harshness

Of the brightest sunrays.

Until today,

Until now,

This watershed moment,

That has brought forth,

A veritable downpour –

And in its wake

Blessed relief.

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