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Behind cloudy burlap curtains, heaven hides

a sun, its color bathed out from sight.

 

Puddles reflect the figures of a passing sky.

People with coats and hats dampened

take great steps like giants walking under

the protection of trees.

 

Windows reflect buildings and faces, open fields

and homes without lawns;

curious faces wonder in quiet.

 

A hand of thunder claps a beating into ears and

onto faces, reminding us of God,

as the city rattles and teeth chatter and the rain

reaches all the city and all the people.

 

 

 

 

 

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