I love the rain
The cool, clean scent of
Fresh can only be described
After the perfect storm
The moody dark expressions
Of clouds instill mystery
And uncertainty as to what
Is to come, what will be next
Will it be daring sunrays
Jutting through the wall of
Gray nebulous mixtures
Or will the projectiles of water prevail
Mist becomes droplets, droplets
Turn to rain, rain signals
A new beginning for that
Which is left behind
Divots fill with tears
Overflowing and overwhelming
Man made concrete dams, running
Towards metal grates of oblivion
Fear not these waters of life
Are not forgotten but
Cycle through as acts
of renewal and invigoration
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