The Art Of Rain
© Millie cordero
falling down,
pooling up,
out of the sky,
into my cup.
what is this wet
that comes from above,
that some call disaster
and others find love.
the harder it falls,
the less it is nice,
the colder it falls
the harder the ice.
the rain has an art
that I may not get,
so I stand still here
and get soaking wet
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