water in that fall
didn't appreciate
getting wet
in an unseasoned rain
and that too in winter
his teeth clattered
his tongue lisped
and his nostrils exhaled
blue mist of the wet cold
smoothened dents
in the stones at his feet
where he had let his watery arms flow
for years, decades or even centuries immemorial
complained tacitly
in rheumy, gout-ridden voices
tears welled up
as he shivered uncontrollably once more
but soon he gratefully rinsed them
in his rushing torrents
just when the skies cleared to ease his suffering
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