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Apr 2020
A silent free fall,
Quiet through the cloud and wind,
Clang! - don’t build tin roofs.
Sitting under a tin roof porch it occurred to me how far a drop of rain would silently fall until finally and violently coming to rest in possibly the loudest way possible. Each drop a tiny missile destined to break what would otherwise be a very peaceful patter of rain.
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LLillis
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   Holly D
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