10 April 2013

Rain (poem)

Beating on my windshield
As the wipers move
In syncopated time
To the music on my radio

Filling puddles
Pouring into creeks
Spilling into fields
Swelling into rivers
Bringing life
And sometimes death

Running down our faces
Wetting our hair
Soaking our clothes
As we laugh and play
And embrace and cry
And walk hand-in-hand
In the rain

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