I have squeezed the last droplet
of the season from my eyes. My heart
has seen enough of darkness, of the cold gust.
I long to see blue skies stretched widest,
warm sunshine on the skin, and a gentle wind
in my face under the shade of a mango tree.
Your good-bye brought heavy rains
to the sanctuary of this heart,
now filled with leaks, their drips taxing my ears.
But the rainy season is over. I don't have
to keep watching for your rain clouds.
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