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Apr 2016
pitter patter
whispered the rain
the *pitter patter

of my feet

the soothing voice
of rainfall.
my tender song
at night.

crackle crack
shouted the sky
the crackle crack
of my spine

the tendency
to downpour.
my willingness
to break.

purr thrum
hums the drizzle
the purr thrum
of my breath

the gentle
way to fall.
my softness
in sleep.
For myself

I find myself in the rain. We are so alike.
Allyson Walsh
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Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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