Salt Water

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Salt Water

As the rain pelts down on me,
I hear the ocean's roar.
A rumbling dark opaque,
Frosted white swells hit the shore.

Pelting water hitting waves
Not there before.
Cloudy gray, the rain it stays,
Watching swells so sure.

Sheets of rain in succession came,
Rapidly one next past the other.
Known now where once I'd been,
Resolved to learn pain's selfish utter.

Vision mulled, ocean's roar crashes,
Exploding white salty mist.
Thousands of years those rocks
Have braved that perfect fury.

Long past the blink of time here,
The rain will pelt again insured.
The ocean roar will rage
For a Milena past our brief score.

The crashing might, pounding waves,
will come again like yesterday.
When we sit in the pounding rain,
Know the feeling, immersion life's pain.

Yet, the roar of the ocean,
The water pelts rain;
Keeps hammering down again,
Forever until this fine Earth's end.

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