sweet rain.
how i love the sound of you
playing on the window pane
dancing on the rooftops and
sliding down the drain
running down the sidewalk
childlike and free
barefoot, naked, arms outstretched
like an old oak tree
You smell like air
and dirt and oil
and grease
and
burgers, shakes and fries
all mixed together
marvelously
in a slurry of surprise.
Who would have guessed
that molecules and dust
compressed
might mix with all
that lies below
and make for us,
its listeners,
smellers,
feelers,
such a wonderous
show.

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