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RAIN? by Karine Ovsepian Rain, making my soul thunder, With solemn darkness of insanity, It crises with composite hunger, Against passion of naked sanity. It stands with despicable foes, Corrupted by the bosom of remorse, With each effectual drop, It makes hearts flip and flop. Its exorbitant desires are a maze, Within each drop a hidden gaze, With it?s mortal obedient sense, It drills deep into soul?s incense. It dresses in divine compassion, With power of obsolete fashion, It caresses sinful and stony hearts, Creating blind pieces of fine arts. But no matter how much it stumbles, Sun always comes up and rumbles, Peculiar thing nature is, Rain seems to be within its abyss. -- Karine Ovsepian was born in Yerevan, Armenia, but grew up in the city of Soukhumi by the Black Sea, which used to be the capital of Abkhazian ASSR. Literature has been part of her life since school days. She writes in Armenian, English and also in Russian. She is planning to publish her first book. Some of her English poems have been published by the International Society of Poets in US. She is a graduate of CSULA with BA in English, minor in Creative Writing & Biology. She believes poetry is a gift, a limitless gift of expression and imagination to the world.