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Suradadi

the rhythm of the rain

beats upon my windowpane

reminding me of Bali

in my mind I see again

a little maiden and her brother

their banana leaf umbrella

brown skin all wet and gleaming

seeking shelter from a storm

they stopped mid-flight

quite sudden

to discard their leafy cover

such joy of life and laughter

as they stamped about in puddles

dashing splashing in the rain

the sweet perfume of flowers

aah the new wet smell of earth

the beauty of this moment never left me

never melted into time

for the rhythm of the rain

beats upon my windowpane

reminding me of Bali

and the little maid of Suradadi

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