First Rainfall

The streetlight flickers, a gentle pulse,
as raindrops tap their tiny dance,
I watch from afar, curious eyes,
the earth drinks slowly, savoring the chance.

Whispers of water echo in the night,
a symphony of drops, a quiet song,
no rush in this reunion, just time,
letting moments linger, where they belong.

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