my roof is telling me
arrival of rain drops
good i am about to sleep
flashes disturbs moment
hurry up rain dampen
those fire on ground
fill them with cold drops
take them to ocean shore
gutter is making noise
sloshing down to grass
carrying days debris
to flood drains; sweeper
wish we have that in ours
where it takes out all
our pains, anger, sadness
away...that would be neat
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