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Summer Rain
Dry dusty pavements
 on either side of the road
 that's stretching out, infinite.
 I've come to terms with it
 I've accepted the sun beating down on me.
 But then...clouds.
 Creeping over the edge of the horizon
 surely; slowly, but surely
 making their way over the sky.
 I hardly dare to hope.
 I hardly dare to wish.
 Until the first drops break free
 of their limbo
 and succumb to gravity.
 I lift up my head
 and feel the drops land on my face;
 they feel like the heaven
 they have left behind.
 Momentary, I know.
 Hardly long-lasting.
 Yet the moment is all I need
 to be swept away by the rising;
 The glee, the freedom
 that used to ache my heart.
 Making it last
 etching it in my memories...
 making it a part of me
 so it will stay.
 The dust will be back
 as will the heat
 but for now I will revel
 in the delicious scent of mud
 the light, the shadows, the games they play.
 And I dance on the empty road
 a small, contented smile on my lips.
 
 This is summer
 this is rain
 they never last long together...
 
 Except in my mind, this will live forever.

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For some reason, I imagined Norah Jones singing this. Your poem.
I almost missed the last sentence, thank god I didn't. Very, very effective ending. You could tweak the second last line a little to make it flow better.
As usual, excellent imagery. This poem...felt ...beautiful.
your making me miss Dubai!
Love the contrast b/w the 'dusty pavement' and the 'delicious scent of mud'
Nice work!
 
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