Of Fizzles and Smatters

cloudy skies

I want to be where
The sun meets the rain,
Where the drizzles fizzle
As they fly smitten
By its light’s brilliance.
I want to be where
The rain gives in to the sun,
Where its patters smatter
And dissipate to blend
Into skies of cerulean.

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