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A                         Single drop                A scent in the air, a pr-        omise of thunderstorms tells m-     e of the coming of rain. A drop of wa- ter land on my nose, and then the sky ope- ns up with a mighty roar of rain. Misty ski- s, and howling wind, dancing like a torn-    ado. Animals run, and birds get soaked       in their nests. Cats hiss as the rain f-          alls on them. Thundering noises             on metal roofs, telling the st-                ory of rain. A flash of li-                  ghtning, followed b-                      A low rumble                        Of thunder                            Rain
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
The coming of rain
A                         Single drop                A scent in the air, a pr-        omise of thunderstorms tells m-     e of the coming of rain. A drop of wa- ter land on my nose, and then the sky ope- ns up with a mighty roar of rain. Misty ski- s, and howling wind, dancing like a torn-    ado. Animals run, and birds get soaked       in their nests. Cats hiss as the rain f-          alls on them. Thundering noises             on metal roofs, telling the st-                ory of rain. A flash of li-                  ghtning, followed b-                      A low rumble                        Of thunder                            Rain
My first shape poem. It’s meant to be a drop of rain. Any tips on how to write a good shape poem?
#shape#rain
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Chasing_Satellites
13/Gender Variant
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
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