Rose Marie Juan-austin Rain Poems

The rain falls like bullets
It splits our home
And pierces the tenderness
Of our hearts
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Beads of water freed
From the clutches of the clouds
A mystery song.
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Rains shoot the parched field
And penetrate like bullets
A great gift to plants.
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The rhythmic patter
Of rain on the metal roof
Comforts the spirit.
Its tinkling is an echo
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I have been counting my tears,
watching as your memory fades like
thick, dark, and foreboding clouds that once blotted out the sun.
Now, every falling drop is pierced
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