Pitter Patter


Rain falling from the sky, washing clean the filth of yesterday

Clouds hanging overhead, hiding the sight of the sky

Trees leaning down, protecting  earth from what falls

Tulips looking skyward, drinking new life.

People running to doors and cars, escaping new life.

The smell of rain seeping through windows and walls

The chills and candles.

 

 

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