afternoon drizzle
a clear sky in the puddle
below the swing
coastal rain
idle excavators stand
on the sea-edge
evening rain
hillside shadows
running off
straight fall
from the roof—
dead rain
dissipated rain
dim flicker of lightning
in the distant sky
first rain
on dusty roadside leaves
half-washed plates
summer buds
the story
of our suffering
hailstones—
do I live
a little longer?
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