Rain

The world is shrouded with

Drenched cotton.

The sun filters through the layers,

Its light washed blue

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Water drizzles from the sky

As people hurry about their business

Hunched forward

Their cheeks frightened of raindrops

Nylon shields spring upwards

In efforts to ward off that

Which belongs to the seas

Yet falls from the sky

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Flickering flames cringe

In sheltered alcoves

Hiding from its arch nemesis

Shuddering at the thought

That its light might be doused

In the ensuing downpour

And reduced to so much smoke

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Staccato rhythms pound away

At shingled roofs

From unwelcome guests yearning to enter

Through windows streaked with dust

That are cleansed beneath the torrent

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As raindrops pelt the earth

Striving to drive water

To the very center of the world

And extinguish the molten core

Rain splattered sidewalks begin to reflect

The trees that bow before the force

Of the terrible storm-winds

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Water falls in sheets

Spreading the impact in a thousand million pinpoints

Each one a needle, piercing the soil

A millimeter at a time

Pooling in crevices and gushing through drains

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Dusty footprints are washed away

Cleansing the streets and pathways

Rain drips from “Closed” signs

On to deserted sidewalks

Emptied of those who hide

From the falling weather

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