The Rain Again

I hear the rain again 

It comes and goes

Blows by 

Flows

The sound of dew drop beats on rooftops 

It’s still and gray at 2:30 in the morning 

The longings heat up when I hear the rain again

A little breeze visiting from the Atlantic 

The rain is music and it doesn’t accuse me

I can hear the rain again

By Michael A. Moss

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