Drunkards of broken clouds wept

onto night and those without hats.

High winds forced bullets of rain to

windows like snapping fingerprints

only to slide with gravity onto the

sidewalk below.


The ground drank eagerly at first

until soon gorged, directing the runoff

to every low point where a rising began.


Clouds continued to release a worthy

soaking as prayers rose up and streets



It’s either too little or too much.



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