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every time it rains

July 31, 2013

every time it rains,
when the sound of it breaks through my concentration
and wakes me from my workslumber,
I go to the window, I go to the balcony

to smell,
to savour the rush of the vibrant rain-stirred air,
revitalised by the infusion of millions of tiny drops,
and staying dry, my skin tenses and arches in response

a sting of life –
each raindrop a new thing,
constantly changing size and shape
as with its milliard cousins it falls

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