Spring Rain
The air is thick and sweet
with the promise of spring rain,
and a slight breeze nips at a
lock of my hair,
coaxing it out of its neat bun.
The cool prickle of raindrops
on my skin is familiar,
and I watch as the droplets
on my arm get caught in a maze
of hair follicles before slipping
off toward the ground
beneath me.
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