Rains in Rome

The air is damp,
The light engulfed,
In dark clouds.
Listen!
The clatter of drops.
Outwitting each other,
To kiss the mother,
What if they can not claim the sky as their own?
What if they can not dazzle in the Sun?
What if they can not dance on the chirping of fleeting birds?

Water as they are,
They know the music is unleashed,
The Jupiter is on the eagle,
To guide,
Through the sounds of many thunderbolts,
To soothe,
Through free fall,
Onto the fecundity of the Earth,
In this nightfall of the Roman love.

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