Tasted rain

I have tasted
of the coming rain
and not, the brown earth.
Its dust and whirlwind
cloud my senses with bitterness

Am I not better, in the absence of this
knowledge? How is it that my
urge for feeling the cool air;
the chill of splattered water;
the sight of dancing
trees; laid me on
my back, as
gravity
colludes
with my tears.

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