Monday, September 14, 2009

Sept. 14, 2009

Alights on my hair
As I dance alongside droplets
That glide down from the sky
Streams on the other side of the clouds
As I play in the puddles
And rejoice in the glory of precipitation
That is so rare here.
Finally roars in the distance
The rain hastens its pace
And bullets toward unsuspecting pedestrians
Racing each other
Until they become tired
And disappear just as quickly as they came

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