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I slept all day and woke to the rain, With the low purr of thunder rolling around my temples. Through my open window rose, darkly, the scent of the earth, Cool, ripe, metallic, Revived by the unforecast shower. I waited, the airless gap stretching wider, Time stepping, achingly, forwards, Slicing away second upon second, Until, finally, the clouds sparked with great forks of lavender light Which, with all their majesty, faded as quickly as they had come. It has rained for many hours now. The sky demands we witness her.

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Date: 6/14/2017 8:23:00 AM
This is very beautiful Annabelle! I love poetry about the rain. Some people find it to be melancholy but I feel it refreshes the soul. Your problem exemplifies that feeling for me. A fave for me! : )
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