Falling, for Wed. Poetry Prompts 717

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Falling

  I dreamed I fell into the rain 
that held me in its midst.
It flooded me with memories:
the room where we first kissed,
the tree tapping the window
as you claimed me as your own,
both caught up in that deluge 
where I now drift  alone.

For Wednesday Poetry Prompts 717, the prompt words are: dream, fall, own, rain, tree, window.

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