A MOMENT ALONE

Rain with feeling sounded on my head,

running through my hair, dripping

with random lines onto my face, like tears

without reason, they course onto my shirt.

The ground glistens, painted clean, each object

baptized with water; the opening sound of

wind builds like an orchestra warming for night.

 

The sky soon reopens with a blue ocean infinity.

Clouds fade into a flat horizon. The winds are

soft and forgiving, reminding me of the many

changes in life.

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