A Man In the Rain
Cinnamon whiff dives on my sill
and raps a music of wind chimes.
Pearly the rain, trickling, until
she drapes the windowpane. Air
mimes
the balmy drift frosting twilight,
a magic to be shared. I might
just wake you now, then—
dream by
while tip-taps croon a lullaby.
Dated 11/16/2013
Fragrance of Rain hosted by
Nette Onclaud
From Franco Gonza
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