That Long Afternoon
The air became heavy wiping
willows along skyline.
Blue jays sped to bushes
startled by thunder.
Rain drops linger on face
lying on lips now
cascading arms
falling from fingers.
precious cool.
We listen to rain
caressing flower beds.
Circles of water
spreading wider wider
laden with moist
scents of spring.
Rain walks over
side streets, pelting
metal roofs in
slippery symphonies.
We hide under cover
our bodies as damp
as silver willows.
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