Fallen rain,
Like piercing
arrows shot from a recurve.
Freezing its
targets,
Skin stings like
a wasp.
A musky smell,
The ground
secretes in its defense.
It fills the air
like a noxious gas.
It smells sweet like
honey as it enters my nose.
Sheets fall and
roughly splashing into puddles.
Puddles that
look dark in the night like ebony eyes shining.
It dances aimlessly
across the plain and cracked earth.
I watch it lick
like flames in a pit.
Cool gales blow,
Churning the
puddles like waves of the sea.
I want to be on
a small sailboat rocking back and forth,
Challenging
Poseidon’s power in the wake.
Rain like this
is like love:
Rough.
I couldn’t
imagine life as rain.
Splashing to the
ground and evaporating, cycling.
Love in humans:
changes.
Changes from day-
to-day,
Never-ending,
but fading quickly.
But loving like
the rain, in cycles, is real.
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