The weight of

the motion descended in a cloud burdened

with the scent of air clinging to rain

as it baptized the ground.


Tumbling drops foot-printed the soft sand

while others merged with puddles,

lost to colliding or ripples fading.


Quiet prevails as the storm wanders.

Sounds of recovery lift from the

spell of wind and rain.


A cat moves to a window, stirred by silence,

anxious to be released.





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