Rain Cloud
rice rains through his small hands
he examines the crunchy snow
and feels the tickle of each little grain
his palms, like a cloud,
he draws them upward
then slowly lets them trickle,
making solid puddles in the pan.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016
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