The Rain.

I lay in the rain to let the drops hit me like downbeats
to the next breath, like little knocks on the apartment door
when I lived alone on a Sunday afternoon and the quiet was
everywhere.

The clouds, moving water around like the sky’s watering cans,
start bloated and then dump and then leave
wistful and empty
in the wind.

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  1. Kathleen says:

    Wow, you caught so many drops in action!

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