Poem

Listen

to the rain

it is the voice

of spring

sweeping

winter’s ashes

revitalizing everything

listen

to the rain

another day

is coming

its fingers

on the windowpane

nervously drumming

listen

to the rain

it is not always sad

do not listen

to me

i have nothing

more to add

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