Little did I Know Rain

The flares of sunshine
diluted by passing clouds.
Feet are tapping,
Steadily to the downpour
on the road.
The murmurs of wind,
Locking unknown song
In the air.
When everything still and silent,
I imagine,
the glassy little drops
waiting for caresses
of these artistic fingers.
Somewhere at back
my mother yells
“Clean the windows.”


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