::: Morning Rain :::

Rain is falling
all along morning
and turning the park’s
dark, wet secrets
to the trees.
(They bow to hear.)

Rain is falling
all along morning
Windows open to listen:
the smashing of flowers
flattening against their panes.

Rain is falling
all along morning.
I see in your cities
big black umbrellas
twisting like birds in your hands.

Written by: ~ Perovskia

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