rhythm and rain

wistful we are with trembling hands,

and porous are our defenses

against nature’s shower

it sweeps in rhythms

a mixture of old with new

a touch of words,

it evaporates

petrichor,

these shared remains

and someday in a moment’s hesitation,

it will begin all over again.

 

 

 

 

 

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