Being seeped in two
The Godfather theme
And a rain as seen
Sudden...
Happening...
he thought
He had come down
Unsought
As if He watched
his traveling morn
On return
Home
Blessed pure
Weary a bit...
So
Once the tune
Of violin seeped
Into him
Like a perfect dream...
Flowing with the wind
He him sent
A rain...
And he thought
How come He be so good?
So calming?
How come He be so so all knowing?
And the streets
Golden still
Got wet...
Rained
And
On them images happened
Like images of monsoon...
Leafy...
Greenish...
Holy...
Gay...
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