the night's rain
was heavy
no flood somehow
in the morning
i wake up
step outside the door
to see
our wet earth
dew on the leaves
of trees
gleaming stones on
the yard
cold air and
cleansed world
this feeling of newness
a rebirth from tears
you should have
felt it too well
when you are back
home with us
somehow
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