Sunday, May 24, 2020

A poem

Storm

You hear the rain coming, passing over treetops. 

And maybe you can imagine the precious little noises, nearly imperceptible, 
made by the abrupt dissolution of individual raindrops 
as they crash against bright green leaves,

but what you hear is all of them all together: 
innumerable moments creating a chorus celebrating life’s only certain song.

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