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Saturday

The sun is shining

but it's raining

on your face,

down your neck,

through your socks,

through your skin.

It chills your heart

and makes you glad.

You look up.

The sun,

the clouds,

the snowflake rain.

Pink gumboots,

striped jackets,

dull canopies.

People stare

as you stop and wonder

how people could hide

from this pleasure

which makes them cold,

makes them see

the amazement

of sun and rain

together

creating beauty

in a sunshower.

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Published: May 18, 2012
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