March 16, 2019Poem
Rain whispers,
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Rain whispers,
An endless monologue
A cataract
In free fall
Persistently repetitious
With every drop
A pure wash
Stripping away layers
Peeling back years
Laying bare,
Open wounds
Rinsing out
The poison
Disinfecting
The infection
Burdening
The soul
As clear water
Flows
Sotto voce
Unto the ground
A murmur
Deeply pooling
Undermining
Firm foundations
Until settlement
Reconfigures
An adjustment
To the perennial
Problem
Of dilution
In the wake of
A rash act
Of sodden
Precipitation.