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I stand in a torrent of the heavens
The rain cascading down My eyes close in the ecstasy Letting water descend over me On its course to the ground The air is fogged with steam For the rain is strangely warm Clouds drift slowly overhead As they bring on the storm The scent of fresh picked melons Wafts upon the air Melons? Sighing I open my eyes And reach for the shampoo bottle
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