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Morning rain,
gentle in your delivery
the tears of my rooftop
caught in a bucket.
I will not complain.
I will not complain.
Morning rain,
A delicate reminder
of power
of mercy
of the living
of death.
Morning rain,
emotionally
balanced.
Not angry
today
Just sweet-
enough
For the blades of grass
to bend
beneath
your supple body
without worry
without care.
-MelaniN.
It's strange rain makes me remember Katrina.
Water - such power. Life and death in each drop - and it sounds so pretty now.
Thank you Patricia Smith
