its where being broken

coaxes the spirit to dance

to psalms spoken soft

while gazing up

urging a cloud to spell

your name, or form a

puffed dog,

instead it rains, light drops

harmless dribbles,

one shape beyond mist

with a flat soaking on coats

and hats, dripping off

to the ground, soaking in,

watering weeds and flowers

with equal favor



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