It’s an impressive sight
To watch determined drops fall
Plunging from cloud to soil
Like soldiers descending, still loyal,
To a soggy, battlefield ground.
And to hear the differing voices
Of arriving diamond spheres
Bouncing off objects, sliding across mirrors,
And filling rivers by plunking down loudly
In distinct portato noises.
Liquid beads against cars and pavement
In the moonlight, under a streetlight,
Turn silver, pulling lonely spaces
Out of the dark.
We find ourselves walking together, faster,
To enter through doors
Before the drizzle drenches our socks
And dampens our drawers.
Once inside, all secure,
The steady drum overhead,
Preforming its anthem,
Crescendos then fades
In a comforting fashion.
As slivers of heaven drip down,
Our eyes glance up
To look out the window,
A small break from our labor,
To ponder a moment
The bigger picture.
We set down the paper
To acknowledge the storm
And in that second or two,
We notice our neighbor
Or meet someone new.
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