An untitled poem

It was sudden.

and seemed harsh for a simple rain.

The sound startled me when it started.

Startled me when it hit my roof.

Startled me.

So when I went to the door and looked,

and it was just rain, but rain that fell with a voice

that stated its presence I thought,

Bless the rain,

bless the rain,

bless the absence of my pain.

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