Lucid Rain

In fall suspended.

In fall suspended

Above ground

Of finest droplets

Hanging garland,

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Composed in stillness

Halfway down

The tears of heaven

Hover ground,

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Embodied silence

Pure in sound

The brilliant weave

Its balance found,

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Distilled in moment

Clean as lightning

The form of shapeless

Mark of timeless,

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Devoid of colour

Tonal absence

Reflecting only

Lucid presence,

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So otherworldly,

Can’t interpret…

What do you see

In rain drops falling?

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