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Impressive Rain. The sky positively bellows. And what a lonely refrain. And played on such thunderous cellos. Catastrophic is this restlessness. What a landslide disillusionment is. And what a swift tide of distraction makes such haste to clear that steep slope's base. But what a loss, that lofty view, that seemed to say life's not a waste. Passionate Rain. What a ravenous display of such hunger and disdain It saturates my every fiber today It's this thick and sludgy solitude It's like the dankest mud and I am just drenched and stained. I was so disturbed by that groping fall down my mind's terrain that I drowned in shallow diversion just to wash it away. But there were songs sprouting in my stomach and blooming out of my gaping mouth. I was steeping in the back's of buses soaling wet from the suddem waves of paralyzing love and then I went lucid in a mob under pregnant clouds that threatened to sob The hypnotized procession marching towards an uncertain fog. And I remember abandoning the guidance of rhyme, the walls of word falling revealing in every direction horizons of sensation. And I remember watching my image dissolve in the molding cistern: dank, dark, strange, self-recognition. Impressive Rain. The sky positively bellows. And what a lonely refrain. And played on such thunderous cellos. From Letras Mania