He boisterously caresses the land,
His sound is heard all aloud,
As though he is a rock band.
Lightning releases him from his prison,
And redeems him from the Gods,
He slowly beckons the sun that has risen,
To form a rainbow, shaped like gourds.
He is searching for his beloved.
Yearning for her presence.
He blushes his plump cheeks, all gone red,
And nostalgic about love that is immense.
He finds her down his way,
She accepts him with her suspirations,
They curse the time that had to slay,
Their happy minds and elations.
There is a twist in the tale,
Both love the latter more than their lives,
But there is something that prevails,
The unending, silent strives.
He loves her yet treats her in contempt,
He wants her and drops down from the heavens,
He is free and enjoying his exempt,
His strong body hitting her with force, odiously immense.
Yet the aftermath is cherishable,
She has found her long lost beloved,
She at last has found true love, forever imperishable.
She too blushes with her cheeks, all gone red.
She sees her soul,
Hugs him as he plummets down to earth
With her pounding heart and achieves her ultimate goal,
And rejoices, as though recieved a new birth.
This is the story of the raptured, rowdy rain,
And the euphoric, embellished nature.
Both love each other, both insane.
Both are fancy characters, just like in literature.
Their love is eternal,
Their love is productive,
They're to us extremely fraternal,
They're beauty is indeed protective.
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