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rain by Phoebe
clouds move in across the sky
billowing, gusting with the wind
the smell that comes with them,
damp
fresh
electric.
wetness sprinkles my arms, my face
moisture comes down on a breath of warm air
the rain comes, softly at first
pattering on the windows of houses
turning every surface into a tilework of raindrops
then the water drops down harder
pattering turns into a roar
water makes circular splashes on the sidewalk
as it lands
and my feet run through the wet grass
green blades tickling my toes
my eyes close as i squint through the deluge
running
through the rain.
6.2008
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