I saw the rain in the streets tonight,
It danced a wandering rhythm,
I felt it dropping from my eye,
As perception grew dim.
....
I felt the echoed thought again,
In mellow tubelit jazz refrain,
In a frightening tranquility,
I saw again its fragility.
And again it met my eyes,
With ever subtle moist reprise,
And, again, the flow of fears,
Whispers, that no one hears.
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