As it rains, raining
hard, faster the birds fly,
just watch them
as they empty
themselves from the sky,
the rain meditates
its weight upon the ground,
while echoing its heavy sound,
splish splashing
its way into my mind
trying there
a silence to find,
never a moment at peace,
as it hears what it hears,
as it sees what it sees.
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